I just spent 2 weeks at the beach in Grand Cayman. A few years ago we invested in a little condo unit there, and the weeks we spend there each year as a family have become a ritual of life that is sacred to me. Preserving slivers of life for these sacred moments is a renewal from the chaos of the other moments. Those modern moments of running a family. Where I lean on my phone too much. Where instant access allows me to add length but not depth to my to-do list. Where my kids and I are shuttling and commuting to get to all the places we “NEED” to be. Then I get to the beach. Seduced by the ocean, I put down the tech. I live out of one suitcase. I drive on the wrong side of the road in a white, non-descript rental van. Our family of five snuggles tight in 2 slightly dated bedrooms like a throwback from a beach vacation movie of the 90s. I heal in the salt and get space to laugh and cry without agenda. It is prime preserved beach front on 7 mile beach. Yet undeveloped by large developers, though … Continue reading Sacred Space