It takes a few days before I can really relax and believe this is vacation. I am so trained and glued to electronic devices such as cell phone, Internet, voice mail, and postal mail. A conscious, deliberate choice needs to be made in my brain and it goes something like this:
“Thou shall concentrate on God-created beauty only!”
God-created beauty is all around me. My toes walk through peaches and cream colored sand and crushed shells. My eyes feast on teal-blue Caribbean waves and flying pelicans, gulls, and sandpipers. A hot, southern sun beats down as I lounge in a comfortable yellow beach chair. At night, the moon beams full over Cancun.
Satisfaction, contentment permeates my being. My mind voluntarily empties of any lingering schedules or worry.