I finally left the hustle and bustle (oh I forgot how much I dislike that clique, I will try again). I greatly enjoyed visiting loved ones in all their cities, but glad to be on my own schedule. However, my schedule turns out to be slower then when Jillian and I traveled down the coast on bicycles!

    The coast is so beautiful and I missed the ocean more then I thought when living in the mountains (lets not forget I was born on an island). So it has taking me 48 hours to drive from Santa Cruz to Half Moon Bay. Love it! At a later time I will (blog) about my daily happenings, but for now I want to talk about love, and not philosophically either.

    I sat writing in my journal overlooking a sandy beach, waves crashing, blue sky; you got the picture.  After a few amazing conversations, including a generous motorcyclist with beautiful eyes, whom left me $20 (I know right), I walked to the beach and did a session of yoga. I am learning yogic meditation mantra chants - ong namo guru dev namo, hey I actually remembered.

    This guy was meandering the beach, and perhaps it was my interconnectedness with universal energies or my want of random conversations, but I felt I ought to talk to him. I took my time walking back to my van, dipping feet in ocean, visiting the rocks, and bumping into a seal, before I walked up the path.

    As I pasted this guy on the trail, I said, “did you see that seal?” (lame) He said, “no, but this is a hard place to leave.” (perfect) Which made me think about how I saw the sign “beach access”,  and was compelled to stop, missed the turn off, turned around, and upon arrival I sat on bench overlook to write, and said aloud to myself, “I am the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.”

    Back at the parking lot, I made an offering to this guy, an organic pair gifted to me by Rachel, in exchange for a brief conversation. Aguacate, my new nick name for this young man, was an amazing and beautiful person.

    I guess my point in this blog is a confession - I love, falling in love with strangers. I don’t mean “oh he’s cute and smart and all” I mean an instant click when meeting someone else who gets it, who vibes with you. Even if I never see or hear from Aguacate ever again or any other loves of my life that lated merely hours; because I would never trade those hours. In fact I wish to (and I might already) fall in love every day. I hope the same for all of you.

Sasha Lovell