Saturday was the most deliriously happy day I’ve had in a very long time. I drove out to the beach with Bunny to meet up with Awesome and Adorabella, Mike, Brandon Cutie and LionHeart.
Bunny came over in his spiffy white hat and aviator glasses and we hopped in the jeep and hit the road. I took the top and doors off Freya the night before and for the drive I got dressed up in my white sun dress with red espadrilles and a red garter that would show when the wind was tugging at my dress. Xena rode in her pouch and clearly loved the wind in her face as much as I loved the wind in my hair.
I could not stop grinning. Like a freaking idiot I laughed and giggled and smiled for two hours in the sun and for the first time in quite a while I felt such freedom.
We beat the party to the seafood shack in Cannon beach and Bunny treated me to smoked mussels which were fabulously delicious and we sat outside talking while we waited for the group.
We hit Cannon Beach, Hug Point and Manzanita. It wasn’t till about 1am that we headed home and by then after being roasted all day by the sun and surf and camp fire – the drive back home without windows in the jeep meant piles of blankets and towels and layers of sweatshirts and blasting the heater. It was awesome – on every level, all day and I cannot think of a time in the last 8 months that a day was so spectacularly wonderful.
Hopefully I will have pictures up soon.
The best part of all of it, well, it’s really hard to choose a best part out of such a great day, but what I wanted to mention is that - I felt like a woman.
Per the goal of the 90 challenge and the inevitable 30th birthday which I seem to be taking as my sign on womanhood. I felt like a woman.
Feminine and powerful all at the same time. Driving my doorless jeep in my sundress and pink headscarf, hanging with Bunny and talking about our childhood places, stopping at fruit stands on 26 west, running through the waves and being soaked through then collapsing on the sand under the sun and robin egg sky. Salt and wind and smiles and laughter, feeding my friends mango and raspberries. Climbing up a crumbling cliff face back to the road and later sitting around a campfire and watching the moon reflect off the ocean… all this in the company of people I love dearly.
There were moments of hilarity, such as the tide coming in and blocking our route back across the beach to the cars (which led to the hike – long story). And there was another moment later in the evening when I’d changed out of my soaked dress to a pair of yoga pants – I went racing the group down a dune toward the water, but yoga pants are not meant to be run in as they immediately fell off my hips, tangled around my knees and sent me rolling through the sand as my legs and pants and bare ass became an awkward giggling ball of Athena. Good Times.
Then in all sincerity and beauty there was a moment as I swam in the ocean, with layers of white material floating around my body, sucked by waves and tide – I looked down at myself and felt like some romantic character, a mermaid or a nymph, so I tipped my head back and said, “Thank you”.
Quite simply, I am full of gratitude and love right now even remembering it.
Freya with Xena in the pouch in the middle.
Bunny.
Adorabella being, well, adorable.
The crew sacks out in the sun after a hard day of play. Note Xena crashed next to Bunny whom she has adopted.
Bliss.
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