If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air…

quant little villages here and there...
I heard this repetitive beat in a Groove Armada song that was played in a class at Maha Yoga the first couple weeks after I moved to Santa Monica.

This has become my little club mix SM theme. A west side beat that I'm vibin' to cause I'm all up in the SM scene. Livin' the dream by the surf and away from the smog. Well near to the smog but closer to the surf. Especially with all the fires ablaze, it's unavoidable.

So, smurf. A strange combo of surf and smog. More surf then smog but together, feeling closer to the sun, then when I lived in Hollywood amongst the billboards, narrow streets and heavy air and tension, it's the merger of both, smurf.

Do you remember the Smurfs?

Am I dating myself?

Well, I guess I am since I'm single and not dating anyone.

I liken myself to Smurfette a lot. She always wore the same dress and when Papa Smurf looked in her closet, she had a dozen of the same smurf dress organized neatly. I'm like that.
When I like something, I'll buy multiple versions of that thing, like Smurfette.

But I digress.

From what, I don't actually know.

All I know is that the fires have made me downright silly and strange.
I pray that the people close to the fires find reprieve. I am far enough away from the fires not to worry but close enough to keep thinking I'm at a camp site and that's not cute.

I'm LOLing right now, because I have no point to writing this other than the fact that I amuse myself completely and that I mire in the fact that I am so close to this beautiful beach.

I live here. The most beautiful place in the world.

Stop arguing with me.

I've been to Bali, Hawaii, most of Europe, some Mediterranean and Caribbean islands, some of Asia, Africa, Canada and America and I'm convinced the exact cross street of where I reside is the supreme.

May be 'cause I might need to leave this exact crossroad that it is leaving me longing, but for reals, Santa Monica is paradise on earth.

Don't let me wake up.

I want to see the sweet sun pass it's torch to the moon every day before I close my day.

It is one of my most favorite things to do besides yoga, running and blogging, drinking coffee, chatting with my mom, ok there are a lot of things but the sunset...tops, besides my mom.

Please, good Universe, let me stay in this little cross street nook of goodness, yumminess and big smiles.

I will be a better person for it.

As I say to you at the end of each blog, I must say to moi-self...

Being good to myself, drinking lots of water, blinking the ash from my eyes and calling my mother,
~Laurie