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Harbour Affair, Hilton Head Island, SC (2026)

11/04/2022

I recently found myself in a conversation with someone who told me, “Faith is a gift we share with others.”

To which led the conversation into the discussion of “trust” versus “faith” - they’re interconnected and largely similar, yes, but “faith” is more alive.

Rolling into the holiday season and reflecting on the life-shifting moments of 2022 thus far (holy crap, there were several), I’ve noticed how guilty I am of using doom & gloom and “busyness” as a shield. And yet, those big shifts are actually a collection of small moments of reassurance. Of going with my gut. Of asking for a fire under my t**h if it’s truly a will to be done from The Big Guy. Of chance interactions with those who display humility and curiosity (see above). Of faith.

Not sure what I’m worried about if I keep trying, with the best of intentions.

How easy it is to get caught up waiting for moments or experiences or people to guide us into the “next big thing,” to give us the validation we think we need. When really? We’ve got the power (cue the 90s Jock Jams 🎶) to be that for others.

So maybe your gift is simply sharing your faith with others. Let it live in those parts of you that require no fire under your t**h. (But maybe a little Jock Jams, for good measure.)

Cheers to this holiday season being alive with the gift of faith. If you need a little to get you started, I’ll have it ready - I’ll throw in the 90s dance party for free.

✌️💕☀️

08/01/2022

Genuine Lowcountry. Three easy payments of vicious bug bites. I’m just goofin. Sunset goofin.

07/07/2022

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” W.B. Yeats 💕

I don’t know if it’s the overwhelming plight of the world or the overwhelming heat (perhaps a hearty mix of both?), but there’s a heavy sense if suppression that feels daunting and suffocating. Suppression of critical thought and conversation. Suppression of expression. Of dedication to long-form deep dives and slow, steady progression. Of thoughtful language and research and presentation of ideas. Of embracing the everyday joys. Of being able to eat cake for no damn reason at all other than “Baby, another day AND I’M STILL HERE!” and not get judged for it (you know who you are!).

I’ve allowed myself to absorb the onslaught of modern informational channels and it’s all too surface level, chaotic, and LOUD. Quick entertainment trumps artistic curation and aggressive verbiage over empowering , well-articulated thought. And then here come the cavalry of elitists on their high horses to bust everyone’s chops.

It’s made giving a hoot to post or share a real trudge in the mud.

And I’m friggin guilty of going down the rabbit hole of nonsense and perpetuating it’s noxious continuation, so I need to get off my hiney and carve out a path to channel some of that well intentioned energy. And prioritize the consumption of deeper works.

Over cake.

I don’t know if anyone wants to come with me; but despite my core of introversion, I’d love the company. Even if you don’t like cake, you can bring your own snack of choice and I will heartily relish the exchange.

I hope we all dedicate a moment of our days to sharpening our senses. To alleviating the suppression. To finding the magical things. For indeed, it’s what will help us improve this garbage fire of a world.

Hugs & High Fives,
C 🍰❤️

06/01/2022

“I am in the mood
to dissolve
in the sky.” - Virginia Wolfe

Muesday. Holy WOOF. May packed a wallop and June is shaping up to be the delirious, chaotic aftermath… but the summer sunsets have returned, so i can hear the Big Guy saying “You can DO EET!” ✊✨ (Shout out to all my Water Boy fans.)

Okay, El Verano. Let’s do eet.

03/29/2022

“Joy is the justice we give ourselves.” - Dr. J. Drew Lanham*

YOU GUYS. I feel like the New Year launched me straight out of a cannon. Sailing through the air of 2022 at light-speed has been propelled even faster by radical change, self-discovery, and fuel of hope. I’m still wondering where the dickens I’ll land once I run out of momentum… but, for once, I’m not at all worried about it.

The last two years have ROCKED me to the core (despite my squishy, protective middle section of gin & Oreos), and the major plus side of my Evel Knieval journey of the last three’ish months has given me a birds-eye view of what it was all about.

I’m not sure lengthy with a still photograph not-featuring an worthy outfit are still allowed on the Interwebs anymore… but if I had to do a choreographed dance in the latest fashions pointing to floating words in the air, know I would tell you this:

💡 Keep your light source burning. Make that ‘ish BRIGHT. It is NEEDED. It’s both magic + science with a dash of the unexpected. The more you share, purely and with the best intention, the more you get back. Hold the joy that is the justice you give yourself. Then launch it like the spectacle it truly is with frickin fireworks. 🎆

As for me and my joy, we’re tending to the quieter, more personal moments offline. Except for the weekly story sharing because, let’s face it… finding humor and relatability in the reality of the human experience is pretty darned special.

*Dr. Langham is a doctor of Wildlife & Ecology who so wonderfully ties discussions of race, nature, and Southern culture; highly recommend a listen to any of his podcast guest features.

01/27/2022

“What a marvelous feeling it would be, if we could say exactly how we felt. What a monumental victory. What a terrifying thought.” - Akif Kichloo 💕

—-

I’ve been contemplating my word for 2022 - I never really landed on one for last year, and the lack of a guidepost made navigating the dumpster fire of 2021 a less than stellar journey. I’ve learned that the Big Guy never really sends you “clarity,” but he does send you challenges to see what’s most important and what’s a distraction… and, thankfully, the strength and right people to help you through it if you ask for it.

I’m not exactly sure what the 2022 word is, but I keep coming back to resounding sentiments of truth. Honesty. Uniqueness. Uninhibited. Not giving a flippin’ hoot.

Maybe it’s the mega Aquarius vibes rolling through the stratosphere, but there’s something magical about showing up as the fabulous weirdo we were created to be.

I’ll get back to you when I land on the final linguistic selection, but for now? I’ll keep on the fabulously weird train and see where she goes. 🚂

There’s plenty of room for anyone who wants to join. All aboard!

01/24/2022

We may not get snow ‘round these parts, AND I’M TOTES OKAY WITH THAT. 🥶 (Though I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the winter wonderlands and rosy-cheeks happy lil babes gracing my feeds this weekend.) PS. Amazed how the Southern coastal natural world adapts so effortlessly to these ultra frosty temps… I’ve got a lot to learn, folks.

Stay warm, frands!

12/29/2021

Holly Golightly: “You know those days when you get the mean reds?”
Paul Varjak: “The mean reds, you mean like the blues?”
Holly Golightly: “No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?”
Paul Varjak: “Sure.”
- Breakfast at Tiffany’s
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Anyone else walking towards the new year with baited breath? Trepidation? A very, VERY large pour of wine?

2021, you’ve revealed the very best and the absolute WORST. To be stretched so far in opposite positions, often in adjacent moments, was something I wasn’t prepared for nor navigated with much grace; but somehow, you made sure all the right things, assurances, and people showed up to help move through it.

Got a healthy dose of the Mean Reds heading towards 2022.

But I’ve also got a very long list of my own “Tiffany’s” places and friends a short ways away to visit to make sense of it all. If even for a moment.

Happy Final Muesday of this wretched, magical year. ✌️💕✨

12/17/2021

🌝✨ YOU GUYS, the last full moon of this ever-lovin, dumpster-forsaken year is a’comin… and I’m torn between either donning a power suit and announcing my run for office or dancing in the woods in my skivvies in the moonbeams.

Maybe 2022 is the year it’s not only acceptable to do both, but desirable.

More sunrises/sunsets, less fear and wallowing. GET YOUR SKIVVIES READY, FOOLS. 🙌

PS. If you’re new here, um. Hello. Things get a little special. I hope you’re looking for a beautiful, weird place on the Interwebs. We’re thrilled to have you. ✌️🌈

12/13/2021

“Now is no time to think of what you do not have.
Think of what you can do with what there is.”
- Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

This photo was taken the evening on the day the destructive tornados ripped through Kentucky and surrounding states. The front was supposed to head our way with wind and rain, but it had all gone soft and still by the time it reached us.

I know you’re all being bombarded with requests to give this time of year; but to think entire towns will have no neighborhoods to drive through and look at lights, no festive events to say hello to Santa, no shop windows to revel in the glamour of holiday fun, no sacred quiet place to worship the birth of a savior… it’s maddening. If you have a few dollars to spare, I’m putting a few posts in stories that are doing good things with them.

Let a weary world find the thrill of hope with what there is that we can share. If you have additional resources to share, please do. ✌️❤️

(PS. On this note, Giving Tuesday winners announced tomorrow, swearsies. 👍)

12/01/2021

☀️ Here’s your midweek reminder that sometimes it’s not always about chasing what’s ahead of us, but looking over our daggum shoulder to remember & appreciate the good $h*t that got us there in the first place. In this case, the stretching sunrise to the west.

The Giveaway (that you can’t lose!) is still going on for one more day. Make a donation to share the good fortune of what got you here, friends. And thank you to those who have done so, so generously already. ✌️💕

And now: COFFEE. Merry Chrysler! 🌴🎄

11/29/2021

💕 Greetings, one and all. We all know I have a wild disdain for Muesdays (Tuesdays, for you new-to-Harbour Affair pals); but there’s one Muesday out of the year I try to quit being a little punk and make up for all my early-week angst from time past.

After all the gluttony and mass consumerism of the last several days (🙋🏼‍♀️ present company guilty!), Giving Tuesday is a chance to put our moolah where it really counts - and we all know I love a good giveaway that you. can’t. lose! This year is my biggest and best yet, y’all.

So stay tuned… I’ll be jumping on Stories later (more like stumbling on it, but I’ll give it my best) to share the details for tomorrow’s do-good jamboree. ✌️✨❤️

K-bye!

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