i'm just back from a few days spent beach side. one last fling up the coast before the alarm summons me at the crack of dawn on monday. my first day of working stiffdom since last december.
i headed up north to hide out in an old motor court motel very close to my favorite beach.
i wanted to be in this exact spot at low tide when i said goodbye to 50 and set sail for 51.
goodbye old stories. hello new.
just me and a flock of sandpipers.
i walked with barefeet over and around the rocks. from good old ed ricketts, i learned this is called the intertidal zone. i went back and forth from the tidepools to the strandline to see what had been uncovered. what sea stones, or kelp, or shells there were to be found.
so much is cast ashore and today plenty was exposed.
thanks for the thoughtful comments on my last post about the journals. i read each one as they filtered in. it's interesting to know how everyone feels about holding on and letting go of their own journals. reading through mine this past week has given me fresh insight. the little wagon of preciousness i've been dragging behind me is getting ready to get a lot lighter. so long old voices of the past!
here i am heading into my 51st year.
scruffy fur, sandy paws, ears back, mouth open, teeth sharp, running hard. chasing something i can't quite see yet, but know is out there. hello world!