Today I am in Long Beach with my friend. On this day before the first day of Spring, the temperature is perfect—the ideal blend of a cool, steady breeze against my skin balanced with the warming sensation of the sun!
We begin our walk on the Long Beach boardwalk. As I observe the people, the beach, the water, I am excited about making my way to the sand. It is just as I said while in Jamaica—I’d like to make walks on the beach a part of my daily life. Today I get to live that intention; it’s more than a walk, it’s connecting with that inner beat that is my spirit, my soul, my inspiration.
Long Beach is roughly 60 minutes from Manhattan by railway and this is my first trip—a mere 36 years since making New
York my home. Along our walk are the remnants of last week’s Nor’easter including a wooden, trellis-like contraption (now visible due to the storm-induced beach erosion) that seems to stretch from the boardwalk to the rock formation at the edge of the beach.
A flock of birds gathers at our feet; some glide on to the beach to perfect landings; still others soar like Jonathan Livingston Seagull. From time to time as the water rinses the beach, we adjust our walking path just a little bit. We neither resist nor complain when our sneakers get a little wet, we go with the flow of the ocean—an attitude I’ve learned is just as applicable to life.
While we commune with the birds, we appreciate the rocks that sparkle after the incoming waves drench them. We speak very little, allowing each other to experience the rhythm of the ocean. I am so drawn to the water—whether it’s the ocean or the sea. I can feel it in me whether I am in it, walking alongside it or thinking about it. This connection reminds me of what President Kennedy spoke of in a speech he delivered at the America Cup races in Newport, Rhode Island in September 1962:
I really don’t know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it’s because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it’s because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea — whether it is to sail or to watch it — we are going back from whence we came.


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Nowadays, I recognize I cannot change what happened and at the same time, I can step up, make amends through acknowledging and recommiting to doing whatever it takes to make a positive shift. This is true whether we are talking about an exercise regimen, what we eat, starting a new venture, cleaning up our homes, paying bills, or any unfinished task that’s hanging precipitously over our heads. The list of things we say we want or need to do is endless. Spending time worrying about something that has passed does little to change the facts. A little acknowledgement goes a long way to turning the page on the less than desirable events in our lives–be it 10, 20 or 30 years ago or as recent as this morning!
Today I came across some inspiration served up by Arthur Ashe. I don’t know for sure but I am going to guess it was in response to a question surrounding his AIDS diagnosis and how this squared with his views about God. Arthur put it this way, If I were to say, “God, why me?” about the bad things, then I should have said, “God, why me?” about the good things that happened in my life.
In the midst of all the vacation planning I hadn’t taken into consideration the commitments I had made to myself such as completing the manuscript for the book I am working on with my creating partner and business building as part of my commitment to financial sobriety. With this in mind, I passed on Sicily and chose my commitments. 
I was tired of this pattern and frustrated that all the self-improvement courses and workshops I had done weren’t working on me. In that conversation, I realized I was totally focused on the outside situation (like I was as a child) and not on my inner world. With this shift in attention, came my liberation. I needed to love myself. I needed to care about myself as much as I cared about another person. I had heard this before but I actually heard it this time. I was ready to hear it in a way that I could begin to apply this message consciously.
things I was thankful for each day (living in the city, having friends, a delicious cup of coffee, being healthy, having a career I enjoyed, and so on); I took “me-time” in the form of quiet time each day, nature walks, visits to the ocean, breaks in the middle of the day for tea or coffee, soothing baths, massages, pedicures; I planned activities with friends; I put together a bucket list (things to do before I die). In the process I was rebuilding the relationship with myself and understanding what I enjoyed and appreciated about life. This doesn’t mean that I never get down on or have doubts about myself but with these practices, I am cultivating feelings of self-love in the same way that an exercise practice strengthens and firms the body.
As I followed the Sotomayor supreme court justice confirmation process, I was struck by several undercurrent, or rather, blatantly overt messages during and after the hearings. Here are a few:
Sometimes I receive an email that is so spot on it’s food for my soul and I want to share it with the world. Yesterday, one of my dearest friends sent it to me and I am paying it forward.
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