All That Glitters Is Not Gold

All that glitters is not gold.

I find it ironic that I ended up on the gold coast.

The water shimmers with gold flakes. The gold sticks to our skin and we sparkle in the sunshine. It’s gorgeous. But, it isn’t real gold, it’s mica.

While surfing in the early morning quiet I had a thought, “All that glitters is not gold.” From where it came, I have no idea. It was just there, in my brain. I actually had to look it up when I got home.

All that glitters is not gold:

“An Aphorism stating that not everything that looks precious or true turns out to be so.”

Yes.

All that glitters is not gold. It’s just crazy to me that I’m here.

I know I kind of promised to share my story with you and the journey as it unfolds. I also seem to remember telling you about my discipline problem as well as how easily distracted I am by the beach. Well, I have been doing a fair amount of writing lately, and beach ;). That’s about all we’ve been doing.

Life has fallen into an easy pattern here. Our days have a gentle rhythm with little stress. It’s a rhythm of rest, connection, acceptance and moving on. My daughter Mary calls it, ‘Mom’s never-ending vacation,’ and says it’s why I’m so happy these days. I’ll take that. Even though it isn’t necessarily true. I’m not so much happy, as I am free.

We started early morning surfing this week. It’s great. Almost like going to the beach in the winter. There’s always parking and we can surf the whole length of the beach. It’s mostly all surfers in the early morning, a really nice crowd to be around. The sun isn’t so hot yet either. Everyone is getting better, standing up more and more. We are still in the white water, not riding through barrels yet, lol, but loving every minute of learning. Jacob is the best, a week at surf camp really made a difference. I think Lydia and Nate will go to surf camp next week, they should have a surf camp for 46-year-old mothers!

When I’m out there in the waves, the pulse of the ocean, waves rolling towards me, I sometimes find my mind so at ease, so relaxed and free that I forget. In those moments, I never want to leave.

I’m writing about how this adventure began with a phone call and how it changed our lives in a moment. How in rescuing someone I love I’ve been rescued. How unplanned this all was and how grateful I am to be here. How desperation made me brave and braver still. How now, living in a place of anonymity I’ve begun to wonder who I am and from this place, began to remember.

I recently read a quote from Kate Rose,