i headed out this morning, intending to go to descanso gardens up in the foothills of la canada and walk among the oak woodlands.
but the freeway onramp was closed so i took a detour. and in the middle of my detour i felt a strong undercurrent which forced me to change direction. i let myself be pulled along by the vast compass of the ocean.
after 45 minutes i found myself in the middle of a classic car rally.
half an hour later i was here.
and i walked along the shore.
a foggy marine layer made everything soft and muted.
how good it is to walk in the wet sand with the waves crashing on one side and the coastal range rising up on the other.
i walked and walked. past fisherman, surfers, swimmers.
mostly the beach was empty.
and i thought this might become my new sunday ritual.
i found a flat rock for sitting and watched the water turn blue as the fog began to break up.
i shared this video some years back and i share it again because it feels right for a sunday. and also because while i was on the beach i was thinking of this poem.
i came home and painted my shells.
oh me! oh life!