I came home to this scene. I had my own surprise.
I wanted to take them to the beach with scones
and hot cocoa. It was just the kind of day we
needed to go!
I love this beach because it is isolated and
takes us away for a bit. Windmills is not really
a swim beach but a beach to watch the water
and collect.
It stands on its own.
It is not concerned about what others are doing or
not doing.
It is in the center of things because it is doing what was
meant to do.
Deep calls to deep.
Majestic.
It continues whether anyone is there or not.
There is something pure about that.
Something alluring.
Makes me feel more at home.
Calls to me.
Deep calls to deep.
Speaks to me when I do desperately need to be spoken to.
Something of depth. Something I can relate to. Not so other. Not afraid.
(How I felt yesterday watching the surf moving and spraying the shore with no one else
in sight at a beach on Maui)
From Dev
One of those blessed sea days...
A Bobo lunch
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