Family Style on Diamond Street

I’m not sure what broke my heart more, the sacredness of my morning walks down to the beach? Which was empty, except for the seagulls teaching me how to fly and the hound dog running up to sniff my calves in the ocean.

Maybe it was the way my students’ faces softened in “two the beach.” Or the way we all sat around the table to a meal chopped and grilled in between sand castles and afternoon practice in our Laguna Hills Ashram…

I bet it was my 6am OMs, waking my balcony mate who’s accepted me so easily over the years I forgot to be grateful, until right now—under the California sun, with two children calling down from the rooftop floor, “Emillly…! Breakfast…”

 

So Much Love,

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