Summer Heart Beat

Summer Heart-Beat

Whilst the summer is dwindling away I am trying to hang onto happy memories of our holiday. Every year is different but just as precious as the last. Life is so incredibly busy that I have an overwhelming urge to get away for as long as possible, to breath some fresh air and spend devoted and longed for time with Olive, family and friends. Time to re-connect, re-charge and to re-discover. Time just to be!

It was a 3 week adventure that took its own turns with heart-breaking news from home that Olive’s grandpa had died. With such sadness in a heavenly place there was the distinct feeling that the holiday had its own heart-beat and all we could do was roll with it. It was about the unexpected, the beauty of nature, the strength of friendship, the pain of loss and the reward of determination. We shared a dose of escapism and wild abandon but this wasn’t sugar coated - it was a reflection of real life and all that comes with it. There isn’t any getting away from life and this was a heart-rending lesson with moments to reflect, to honour and to celebrate the good.

Olive is 11 and has ticked lots of boxes, big emotional numbers that some grown-ups would find hard to navigate. I console myself in the knowledge that she, like all children, has an intuitive in-built wisdom that has an almost magical quality to it. My only hope is that wisdom is her best friend - along for the ride never leaving her side.

We re-connected with nature in a family retreat high up in the mountains of Sierra De Carzola. Immersed ourselves in culture and inspiration in Grenada. And whilst Olive graduated to sitting in a line up with the real surfers we kicked back in a beach haven on Costa De La Luz.

With salty twisted hair and a sun-kissed nose I bought my little surfer home a day early for her beloved grandpas funeral.

Rest in peace Grandpa Ron.

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