Had yet another beautiful slap in the face reminder to get out of the house yesterday. The last couple days, I've come home wanting to just laze it out and watch movies and sleep. Fortunately, today I saw a post from Lynch's Irish Pub reminding me of the art walk going on just down the road!
Just as I was contemplating heading to Publix to get the supplies to make baked goods (paleo at least) and veg on the couch watching Frozen to catch up with the kiddo culture, I realized I now had an art walk to pass through. Definitely getting out now.
I rode down the street to find surprisingly unique artists along the sidewalks. I think I was expecting the typical palm tree paintings, hippie clothes that are supposedly handmade but mysteriously look the same as every other hippie booth, and some sea shell jewelry. Not so. There were definitely some cool ones here. I found some sweet art and artists alike for some future gift ideas and good conversations. Jax Beach Art Walk. I'd recommend it.
Then I decided to stop to talk to Jesus Loving (and sign holding old man) on 3rd and Beach. I've passed him a lot and he's always waving and happy, so I figured I'd stop for a quick appreciation and introductory conversation. We/he wound up talking for like 20 minutes. He offered a sweet prayer, like half his life story, and advice. Sweet dude, that David is.
"I love everybody. Those people driving by with those red lights? I don't know what they look like. I don't know what they do. But I love em."
On my way back, I met a cool couple back at the art walk with art ranging from pretty flowers to owls, skulls, and grim reapers. I opted for the skull with a flower. Pretty sweet. They were cool conversation too. The girl said I looked a lot like her old Roomie. I said I was, I was just seeing if she'd notice.
To end the night, I went for a quick swim and float in the ocean followed by lots of child-like frolicking complete with handstands, cartwheels, back bends, and sand angels. The swim was shorter than I'd have liked... It was pretty dang dark. And once that image of a shark or sting ray popped in my head, I could only hide it for enough time to get the invigorating dive or two and appreciative float below the stars in. "No one would know if i died..." I tried to justify. Which I suppose was true. But I probably could've floated a little longer.
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