My Perfect Day

Started with my ritualistic cup of warm coffee splashed with hazelnut flavored deliciousness. Mmmmm. Planned my wardrobe for the various events before me (that resulted in purchasing the first layer I overlooked), and headed out for a contemplative morning with the Buddhist monks of Deer Park Monastery in Escondido. I didn't make it very far traveling toward the freeway, as I see Mr. Moon postured between two cloud formations dangling over the iconic Normal Heights sign in my village. I pass it smiling and circle back to take that shot. How could I not? I have a t-shirt idea that says on the back "Photographer: Makes frequent stops," and that might very well need to be a sign on my car too!

Next stop—to meet up with my Perfect-Day companion. Making our way to the monastery, chuckling over before-coffee miscommunications, GP-oopS', and the inevitable need for fuel we "arrive" late for the start of the walking meditation. Actually, when entering a Buddhist place you never arrive late—you simply "arrive." Deer Park Monastery—a place filled with "Peace in Every Step," perfection in silence, love, smiles and an expanse of wilderness that fills the senses and expands the heart. Breathe-in, breathe-out. We sing along with the presiding monk during his Dharma talk...I am free, I am free, I am free. With only our footprints left behind, we drive away with our mind emptied and senses filled to the brim. Time for lunch!

I usually reserve lobster for my birthday celebration—but why? Ocean views, more unexpected gloriously warm weather in January and Puerto Nuevo lobster style tacos. Happy tummy. My under-labored clothing choices for the day have me purchasing a tank top from the restaurant, and loving the message across my chest that now says "World Famous," a great "I" message to support one of my writing intentions. Remember, I am a dot-connector. Then the awaited call comes in that we have secured our spots on the sunset hot air balloon ride out of Del Mar. I had no doubt you see—going back to said clothing choices, they were all about being up in the balloon. Sometimes you just know.

Insert a quick stop at a local novelty shop, sporting everything kitschy and vintage—laughing and reminiscing our way through the signs, posters, candy and Pez dispensers—a must return, much more to see, but our balloon awaits!

Up, up, and away! A longer than expected ride from Del Mar, over Rancho Santa Fe and a gentle landing in an open field in Del Sur. Rotating 360° views, gently gliding up and down with blasts of hot air 'blissing' us across the varying landscape of San Diego. Incredible. Mingling with flocks of birds, Van Gogh inspired brush-stroke clouds and the quiet hush hovering above the land. Mid-flight we are witness to a young man's marriage proposal, on bended knee and ring in hand—he slips it on and she nods yes. It was a very quiet and sweet moment. A soft landing—coupled with a shared experience. Far more than the ceremonious checking something off the "Live It List." Priceless.

Evening plans quickly changed, dinner in the nearby village of Rancho Santa Fe with friends-like-family—bantering and the exchanging of stories, more epicurean delights, sipping silky tannins—my heart over-floweth. I'm full with this day. A contented sleepiness washed over me as I crawled under my blankets, reviewing the captured moments of this day. My soul is ahead of my body and it needs the passing of night to catch up. Off to dream land.

I woke up this morning with a question, "What makes the perfect day?" Or, "What makes a day perfect?" While yesterday was extravagantly filled with exquisite and extraordinary moments, to be treasured forever, it was the flow of friendship, being present to the moments, filling up of the senses, being open to the river of experiences and in deep appreciation of all things—my answer is, every day is perfect. When we simply choose to see it, be it and experience it in that way. Thank you...