Point Reyes.
Just found these images i took, from recently….
that cool virulent enlivening sea breeze of the pacific, recalling it today into my skin bones, the stones of being wind washed and sea brushed, still make me know center in the midst; still, still me, and help me see my part—a sunset colored pebble skipped across a grand sea to make ripples for others to see by. a cascaded lamplight, a watery series of circles aimed towards something more…
yes! needed that. one of the coolest parts of Father. Re-inspires again and again, and humbles simultaneously. I could live in a poet’s light house out there and the transition to the next life would be almost redundant. A simple shift from landscape to spiritscape- the basics of being. How the interface, and where my heart always awakens.
Nice to re-member today!