Even though it was the middle of February and the beach was cold, I couldn't resist spending a few moments on the heavily modified beach that used to be F/A during a friends wedding. There was a strong wind, but the sun's rays helped me keep warm. The ocean was not very rough and the small swells were rolling in nicely.

A new day's promise

How long one's path may seem
as seasons change
and leaves turn green.

When darkness falls
and the crescent grins
one's unmet goals, simmer
beneath the skin.

Rest and dreams...
await
desired by one
to start a new day.

"I want to be 100 percent here.... When I am writing, I am inside the sound and meaning of the words, playing with them, curving them around eachother. When I am eating, I luxuriate in the taste and texture of everybite. When I am alone, I listen to and communicate with the silence within me and the noises and messages of the world around me. And when I am with people, I am really with them..."

~ Rita Golden Gelman
Tales of a Female Nomad

Optimism

Trees are the ultimate optimists.... always reaching for the sky, growing taller and stronger. This is one of the trees greeting the morning sun as its rays broke the horizon, attempting to warm the cold earth. Leafless, the naked tree's beauty sang silently loud and stoic... a reminder of virtues to manifest.