Oceans! The Pacific... standing thigh deep off the coast of Valparaiso, Chile, forty-some years ago, I felt like I could swim to, or reach out and touch, the stone figures on Easter Island. Luckily that fantasy lasted so briefly it was simply a flicker. But, yes, the Pacific, yummmm. ANd water to drink, yummm as well. Thanks for celebrating this mundane, essential miracle!
I didn't have space to write about Cabo da Roca in Portugal, the westernmost point in Europe. I always thought that was so dramatic. If you squinted hard enough you could see Cape Cod.
You are SO GOOD. Thank you as always for turning lights on in my brain. To think & remember how sweet the past was. And now….
Love, Sara
Thank you, Sara. We carry all of that and we are blessed in that treasure.
Beautiful, breathtaking, stirring, haunting. Thank you for this.
Very grateful for your reading.
Beautifully, painfully true—about water, about life. Ever moving, ever needed, and never really ours even as it’s us.
Love that last part of your comment. Water is not ours even as it is us. The same thing might be said of life itself...don't you think?
Absolutely beautiful! Well said!
Glad you're out on the ocean with me.
Oceans! The Pacific... standing thigh deep off the coast of Valparaiso, Chile, forty-some years ago, I felt like I could swim to, or reach out and touch, the stone figures on Easter Island. Luckily that fantasy lasted so briefly it was simply a flicker. But, yes, the Pacific, yummmm. ANd water to drink, yummm as well. Thanks for celebrating this mundane, essential miracle!
I didn't have space to write about Cabo da Roca in Portugal, the westernmost point in Europe. I always thought that was so dramatic. If you squinted hard enough you could see Cape Cod.
I've squinted toward there from P'town!
Wise words