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    <richText>DIRT IS BEAUTIFUL</richText>
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    <richText>&#xD;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!&#xD;    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.&#xD;    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. &#xD;    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. &#xD;    As I pasted this guy on the trail, I said, &#x201C;did you see that seal?&#x201D; (lame) He said, &#x201C;no, but this is a hard place to leave.&#x201D; (perfect) Which made me think about how I saw the sign &#x201C;beach access&#x201D;,  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, &#x201C;I am the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.&#x201D; &#xD;    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. &#xD;    I guess my point in this blog is a confession - I love, falling in love with strangers. I don&#x2019;t mean &#x201C;oh he&#x2019;s cute and smart and all&#x201D; 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.&#xD;&#xD;Sasha Lovell&#xD;</richText>
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    <richText>&#x201C;It&#x2019;s my van life!&#x201D; - Whale Beach</richText>
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    <richText>September 28, 2011</richText>
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