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Clean Shoreline

Yesterday was one of those strange days where it felt like yucky things kept washing up onto my Shoreline. It started with a mean and misguided letter that I had to attend to and then throughout the day I was privvy to bits and pieces of this or that and people seemed intent on sending me negative news of the world directly to me with a "did you hear about this?"
Did I need to hear about that? Isn't this why I jumped off Facebook? Wasnt my mind filled with all of the ocean of Facebooks polluted garbage already? Didn't I swim away from all that?
Truth of the matter is that humans are hooked on negative junk. All junkies...mainlining the negatives and bad emotions, they seek it out like sweet, sweet elixir... Who can I get into it with today? Where's the gossip? I NEED to know what's going on...
I don't need to know what's going on. I already know what's going on. Same shit different day is a great quote for a reason, because it's true.
So I work on realizing that stuff will still make it to my Shoreline and it's my duty to act gracefully and dispose of it. Causing no harm to my spirit or the ones who tossed it my way. I don't want the trash but the trash is part of life. Throw the trash away and keep on enjoying that coastal view.
After work I treated myself and my guy to Cosmic Cafe. I was missing their beautiful space and yes... that portobello and naan sandwich. We were the only ones in the dining room and a few people dined out on the porch. 

I love their decor, every nook and cranny is lovingly decorated with trinkets, mosaics, murals, statuary and fun. Your eyes are delighted at every turn.



It's a nice place to unwind after the return to work and eat a mindful meal. I always leave thinking that I need to learn to make this recipe at home... Only to follow that thought with "but it's more fun to eat HERE". 

I hope they can weather the economic downturn and keep surviving. I feel safe enough to eat in certain places because I'm newly recovered and there are not many people at the places I choose to go. I want these places to stay open, they are dear to me.
It's Saturday and hell yeah I'm off-from other job. Now I clock in to ME and matt up some prints for shipping and finish a friends commission so I can be free to paint my stuff again. I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend and keeps their shorelines beautiful. ❤️

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