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Somewhere in the Ocotillo Trees
I have this irrational argument in my head on a regular basis of whether I prefer the ocean or the mountains as my soul place. I force myself to choose. Definitely the mountains with their all-encompassing pine trees and majestic views, I think. Yeah, but the ocean with it’s limitless expanse, compassion and fresh salty air, I’ll think back. On…
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For Jack.
A legend; humble in his adventures, wild at heart, a shipmate, friend to many. High wispy clouds, a golden haze on the horizon. Deep blue water, an oasis of childhood memories. Waves crashed on the three arch bay, ebb and flow, ebb and flow. Bringing in peace, washing away grief. Family and friends gathered; from every season, from every adventure,…
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Nesting : The Birds & Me
There’s a Mourning Dove or “Love Dove” nesting right outside my front door. I had been hearing her sweet cooing for a few weeks, and as I walked outside yesterday, she came rushing and flapping toward me in full mama protection mode. I was a little frightened by her to be honest. When I came back and saw her peacefully resting in her loose…