Hiya Pinkies! I wrote this post last week, very early in the morning, while I was in Big Sur, and I wanted to share it with you.

Clinging to the Moment

I awoke early this morning to the nature sounds of Big Sur. My husband still sleeping, I threw on a sweater and made my way to outdoor sofa, overlooking the breathtaking view of Big Sur’s ocean cliffs. The sun was just beginning to cast its pink-hued glow on the landscape, and I ran back into the house to find my camera, so I could capture the beauty. I kept trying, take after take. But try as I might, my little Canon just couldn’t reproduce what I was seeing with my own eyes. Then I realized I needed to stop. I was trying so hard to freeze the moment in time that I was forgetting to simply enjoy it. So I put down the camera and enjoyed the sunrise, knowing that the memory of it would exist only in my mind.

Hiya Pinkies,

I just wanted to let you know that I'm heading to Big Sur this weekend for an internet-free, kid-free holiday weekend. Pink Goddesses Joy and Megan will be running the Pink show for me while I'm gone, and I know the rest of you will maintain the sacred space, as you always do.

My month of July has swiveled dizzyingly, like the very windiest hairpin turns on Highway 1 in Big Sur, between nature and nurture. I’m not talking about the old argument that gets bantered around during studies on twins separated at birth. I’m talking about the real-life Mother Nature and honest-to-God put-it-all-out-there nurture. It all began as a new day dawned with unnaturally hot weather for Northern California. By 9am, it was 90-something degrees, warm enough that Siena and I decided to brave the icy neighborhood pool.