what would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?
the whole world would split open.
- muriel rukeyser

{thanks to my friend carol for introducing me to this quote}

i recently had the pleasure of a week in the sun with an amazing friend. she’s someone i met through writing here. someone who astonishes me with her gentle spirit and creative nature.

somehow, we’d managed to find the perfect spot in the algarve, at praia da oura, in an apartment with a balcony from which we ate pretty much every meal.

we could see and hear the sea, as well as watch the sunrise and set. bliss.

the beach was lovely and the water just warm enough for a daily dip

♥

i also had the immense pleasure of being a book fairy whilst on my travels

her book ordinary sparkling moments for me was like a permission slip; to feel okay about being myself, to know that i’m not the only one who feels a certain way, to *dare* to dream and live creatively. some parts of it feel very much like pieces of my own story and it speaks to me deeply whenever i dive into it’s pages.

so, of course i am delighted to be a book fairy to support christine’s 100 books project.

one of her books recently traveled with me to the algarve in portugal. it’s a beautiful place with lovely beaches and warm sunshine – the perfect place to relax and unplug myself from the world.

the spot i chose to leave this book was in a very public space near the beach of albufeira.

i wanted it to be by the sea, because i grew up by the ocean, at a beach with golden sands. my childhood memories of growing up with sand between my toes still makes me smile. the ocean is where i return to when my soul needs a refill. christine’s book for me is similar – it’s like i get a top-up of sunshine and soul-full-ness each time i open it.

the book, whilst waiting for a new owner, had a fantastic view of the sea.

the steps where it sat had to be passed by fairly closely for anyone to notice the book because it kinda blended in with the colours of it’s surroundings. and, since there are many portugese (as well as tourists) in this area, i figured it would have a better chance of being picked up by a local than simply leaving it anywhere near our apartment.

can you see it?

we wandered off for a look around the town, returning about an hour later to discover it had gone.

christine, i hope you hear from whoever picked it up and they get as much pleasure from your book as i have done.