Thursday, December 27, 2012

Road Trip: Part IV- Big Sur Bakery


“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.” 












Sunday, December 23, 2012

Road Trip: Part III-Nepenthe


After so much fun and beauty we decided we needed to eat and Nepenthe provided us the perfect opportunity. Nestled into the side of the hill, with breath taking views, we thoroughly enjoyed the food, drinks, and atmosphere. 




  
I just love laughing. It feels so lovely.


They just happen to have a fabulous bookstore/giftshop as well.


Road Trip: Part II-Deetjens


Can you even believe this place? Camille had to peel me away from every nook and cranny. I was so delighted. And they even had a piano. 















Friday, December 21, 2012

Lincoln


Meet Lincoln!
My new hiking buddy.


His facial expressions get to me I'll admit.







Friday, December 14, 2012

Road Trip: Part I-The Hermitage



“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” 


This quote is totally my friend Camille. I love to tell this story and I have told it many a time, but here I will share it again. Camille and I worked together as social workers several years ago. We had a group meeting each week together and I still remember the very first time I heard her laugh. I thought to myself, "Oh. I am going to like her." She has this genuine laugh that is full and bubbles up out of her like it just cannot be contained. And sure enough, spending time with her is quite a similar experience. Her beauty cannot be contained. 

 So Camille invited me to take a trip to Big Sur with her a while back and seeing as how I had never been, I gladly accepted. We had the time of our lives. We even discovered this fabulous hermitage with REAL monks.And we got to talk with one! 

It takes approximately 10 years to become a monk and they live in community with one another each sharing various chores to contribute to the hermitage. One thing we noted right away was the general rule of silence. Unbeknown to us, they were in the middle of a service when we entered the chapel. There was a retaining wall blocking our view so when Camille peaked around the wall and came face to face with a room full of monks, she jumped back and looked at me eyes wide. From my perspective she just jumped and gasped. I couldn't drum up a good guess for what she must have seen. So of course I stuck my head around the wall myself and...  well there they all stood silent as could be. The entire chapel floor was made of marble (we later learned, from India) and you could hear a pin drop from anywhere in the massive room. The entire space echoed even an exhale. Lol. I just thought it was SO funny that I started sort of a hiccup/gasping type of laugh. I was TRYING SO VERY hard to contain myself. I barely made it back out the doors without an all out roaring explosion escaping my chest.

Once safely outside we were greeted by a posted sign requesting that guests remain silent beyond that point. I will admit... I am not a sign reader. Many times my attention has been directed to a posted sign to help my apparent misunderstanding. I guess when you commit to silence it becomes much more important to read. 

The hermitage is located approximately 40 miles south of Carmel and along the most beautiful stretch of Highway. It was a beautiful day, with sun and rain and rainbows. 
Come see.





















Thursday, December 6, 2012

Christmas Has Arrived



Christmas has arrived and we are all about it. We headed down to the Christmas tree farm and away we went celebrating the season. For some reason this year, I have found myself particularly fond of the smell of the Christmas tree. 
Mmmm...