The Reset Button

Heading into the woods at Riverbend Park

I'm an outdoorsy kinda girl...

I enjoy being outside...

I become unglued with feelings of suffocating confinement without regular and consistant fresh air escapes.

• A spa day doesn't work for me.
• Shopping will not make me feel better.  
• I absolutely depend on getting outside to hit my reset button. 

You know...the RESET BUTTON!



The view from our many walks along the beach

It's the internal transition that can wipe your slate clean and rejuvinate the senses to physically, emotionally, and mentally carry on and face another day. Fortunately for me, Mr. Honeybelles requires the same type of environmental rehab so these theraputic activities are masked as "family time."


Shellrock trails cut through the hammock

Does the half pint even realize the complicated mental processes that are occurring as we meander along catching grasshoppers, watching deer in the field, spying a flock of wild turkey, or eating apples under the shade of a palm hut? Serious emotional healing is taking place during our hikes in the woods and walks along the beach. Can she appreciate the sophisticated nature of the human condition and our need to heal from the daily grind? The definitive answer is an absolute no.

Bursting to greet a new day, complete with her shorts "hat"

She has no need to escape from any part of her life. Every minute of everyday, she savors what is happening to her. Ordinary miracles are unspoiled and new. She possesses a zest for the simple life we have created for her.

Time to hit the reset button and take a lesson from the half pint.