Walked to the circle - furthered my vacation pains by getting lots of sandal blisters - I'm so not a beach person. Love the ocean, sand beach, not so much. Maybe it's from living in New Zealand, but there's just something about brisk ocean days and looking for bits and pieces of it amongst stones. Wearing a sweater against the wind. Trying, and failing, to control your hair. Those days are always thinking days, it's just so easy to let your imagination run free or focus in on important things. Funny how close those two things can be - I feel like our imaginations centre so well in our hearts that the important things tend to be clarified, or rather fortified, in our thoughts, in our creativity. There's one poet who talks about how they write - how everything good in them glorifies God and how every word written in that love is a testament to His power and works. That's the way I see imaginings. They can be good, God good, or they can be the thing that stops us from getting to the God good parts. I've always felt people know more about this than they're willing to admit. Self-destruction is such a choice. Yes there are tools of the Spirit that we can equip ourselves with and the balm of the truth of the Word to rely on, but sometimes we choose not too. I do that sometimes, I think everyone does, but it just prolongs the pain because we're so unwilling to work through things. How hard it must be for God to see us in such pain, to see us choose that over Him. Lord, strengthen me in seeking You. Back on track - Stone beach days are amazing that way. Hot sand beach days are different though - I get them - sand beach days are mind blanking times for me and I hate them for it. Except for the sunrises and sunsets, they just don't count in my memories. I know that people need breaks in the way sand beaches provide, but they evoke boredom in me; and I don't get bored easily. I get my mind blanking moments in different ways. Ah well, I bought an ice cream for my walking troubles and shopped in stores that sell useless things and daydreamed of lakes. Went back to the condo and had a Hallmark movie marathon - I'm such a cornball that I loved them all, but 'Smooch', the one with the most annoyingly obvious title, was my favourite - it made my list. It was one amazing scoop of peanut butter ice cream in a waffle cone though; and seeing the sunset over the ocean is always epic.
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