“If I tell you there’s cheese on the moon, bring the crackers.” Tyronn Lue

Life, love, do not always offer up perfect days. There are moments, misunderstandings, and disappointments. All things us grownups need to recon with, deal with, acknowledge and work on. Trigger points can flare, and inside work is called for.

The stories we have in our head never serve us. Clearing up those stories or letting them slip into a grey state of unimportance can be helpful.

Half Moon Bay a jaunt up highway 101 from Santa Barbara. We load up the car and head north. We had made the same drive to the same haven during Thomas Fires when the air was unbreathable. Then again when our honeymoon was canceled due to severe hurricane warnings. Our safety net surrounded by the sea.

Our friends have a townhome on the water. A sweet peaceful retreat with miles of open sand to walk and then walk further. A place where seals surf and sand dollars show up like coins from heaven.

Half Moon Bay is a small peaceful city on the California coast, south of San Francisco. A string of beaches along the bay stretch out for miles, the very same beaches we adventure. There is a Coastwide Trail leading north to Pillar Point, near the huge waves of Mavericks famous surf spot. Nearby, Montara Mountain rises in the protected Rancho Corral de Tierra area. The Purisima Creek Redwoods Preserve is on the slopes of the Santa Cruz Mountains. Horse ranches are sprinkled throughout the coast highway. Reminding me of how quaint and undeveloped the Moon is.

Perched on the moon, the surf in front of us and the Santa Cruz mountains behind us. Surrounded with a calm vibe that resonates to our soul. Cypress trees twisted from time, fog, and harsh winds frame our ocean view. The brutality of the waves have shown themselves as the seawall is succumbing to the forces of nature.

There is always magic at the moon house where the sound of the surf is louder than any thoughts. Where being in accord is effortless and remembering how precious our days are. The biggest commodity we have is time.

Do you have a place you can reset? A place that can help you to breath slower… A place that can hold your heart for a moment only to give it back a bit shinier.

My Mantra: “May those who have blessed us become blessed ten-fold”

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Katie L Lindley

Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. Realizing that not one man on my roster had fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself. Reflection is brilliant and the strongest guidepost into ourselves.

Working on the next book in the series “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow” revels a woman abandoning her home in search or her identity beyond men, motherhood, author.

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