How was your weekend? Full of fresh watermelon and blueberries, I hope. With the Fourth now fully in our rear view mirror, we are officially in the throes of summer. Shell yeah (in this use, "yeah" is pronounced with a minimum of two syllables). Remember last January, when we were DREAMING about sultry summer days like this?
Last Thursday, July 4th, I had the unique privilege of bearing witness to 74 individuals as they turned THEIR DREAMS into reality. On the West Lawn of Thomas Jefferson's Monticello, these 74 men and women from 36 countries took the oath of citizenship to become our newest fellow Americans. READ MORE
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Shell yeah
The Voice of the Tides 3/4/24
This week, I'm thinking about water. Today, we are heading to Florida, where I'll be doing a trunk show at the Gasparilla Inn. I'm looking forward to some down time too, walking the beach and watching the waves. There's no sense in me searching for a good metaphor for that restorative feeling of being by the sea, because I know that you already know precisely what it is that I'm trying to say.
There's just so much good stuff to learn from the sea. You can skip reading right now, and go pick up Anne Morrow Lindbergh's "A Gift from the Sea". You'll be glad you did. But I've got a Love Note left here to create, so I guess I'll pick up my proverbial pencil and let my thoughts flow ... how about this (I have been giving it some thought all week) ... the ebb and flood of tides are a mirror of life. Rushing and receding. No phase lasting forever. READ MORE
There's just so much good stuff to learn from the sea. You can skip reading right now, and go pick up Anne Morrow Lindbergh's "A Gift from the Sea". You'll be glad you did. But I've got a Love Note left here to create, so I guess I'll pick up my proverbial pencil and let my thoughts flow ... how about this (I have been giving it some thought all week) ... the ebb and flood of tides are a mirror of life. Rushing and receding. No phase lasting forever. READ MORE
6/6/22 Shell-o Summer
Oh Lana you are looking oh so fine. I secretly want to spend an entire afternoon just hanging about in that big pink clam shell, lazing idly among all those pillows. How about we throw in a good summer read and a bag of Cape Cod Waves potato chips while we're at it. Ah ... what a perfect lazy summer day that would be.