From the moment you wake, a Sunday (in an ideal world) is yours for the taking.
No alarm. No work. No commitments. No guilt.
If you were to plan the perfect Sunday would what it look like?
Time for yourself?
By Yourself or with loved ones?
Books, Food, Sunshine, Walks, Sleep?
Basically anything your heart desires.
Let’s call this day ‘Soothing Soul Sunday’
How is your’s looking up there in your dreamy vision?
Beautiful I am sure.
I am very lucky that I live by the gorgeous beach in Herne Bay. It may not be sandy, and the pebbles may dig into you every time you roll over, but it is stunning none the less.
Gazing out to sea, the sparkling blue water bewitches and dazzles you and you sink joyfully into its magical charm. The ancient (abandoned) Pier in the distance still evoking a hazy mist of by-gone pleasure seeking simple days in your mind. Stories told by your Grandparents sharpening into focus as your thoughts lazily drift….
Your breathing naturally and rhythmically slows down. A slow luxurious smile begins. You take a involuntary, deep, soul healing, sigh of pleasure. Shoulders drop, troubles fade and senses are heightened.
All there is is NOW. This incredible moment. This glorious feeling.
The beach becomes a part of your soul.
Nature’s very own luxury spa.
My perfect Sunday is a day much like today was.
Good company. Good Gossiping. Catch up’s. Relaxation. Cloud Gazing. Paddles & Girly Shrieks. Glorious Sunshine. Blue Skies. Giggles. Honey & Vanilla Tea. Contentment & Gratitude.
Feeling like I am alive, taking in salty warm air, and doing what everyone else is (or wants to be) doing for a change. The beach is my second house. My pebble playground. My healing space away from home.
That’s what Sunday’s are made for I reckon.
Love Carly xx