Friday morning often finds us here.
Crystal clear water. A sky of winter blue.
Small one foot waves. Just big enough to have some fun on.
It's the one day of the week we are truly bound to home. A day to catch up on housework, a day to make sure any study projects for the week are completed, a day to be. A day with just enough margin to allow us a couple hours to enjoy this little cove of creation.
Friday. The day that bridges our work-a-day week to our weekend.
Now that the mornings are getting cooler my surfer girls are finding the need to dust off their wet suits again. While they surf, I walk, drink my morning tea, read, write, listen to podcasts, play with my camera. I am tempted to begin a nature study journal just for these mornings. For my girls this Friday morning ritual is a chance to blow off some steam and find their happy place (and gain a little exercise). For me, this Friday morning ritual is a chance to spend time recharging my batteries, reflecting on my week, and soaking in the inspiration surrounding me.
Just enough to give me fresh eyes and willing hands to make our home and study time beautiful, true, and good again.