In beach combing, I seek the perfect shell, the one that the turning waves have not crushed or left indistinguishable from its origin. The first time I beach combed with Tatjana she picked up shells that had me scratching my head – they were undefinable, smooth, pearl-like stones. She loves them because they show that they have been through a lot to get to the shore – so much the edges have been smoothed to…
In numerology the number 11 is considered a master number and unlike other numbers you don’t add the digits to get to the whole, it is whole. The number 11 signifies unparalleled spiritual awareness. So today when I was considering that a special person is turning eleven, I thought what a happy day to be turning 11.
The time changed last night and it’s earlier than you think – and that my dear is the metaphor for the upcoming new year. There is still plenty of time to reinvent yourself and have yet a more interesting life than the one you have already had, which is interesting enough for most people. I am watching the sunrise from the beach house window and thinking to myself that I’ve been on the spin cycle…
There is a toast in Spanish that is “amor, salud y plata y tiempo para gastarlo” – love, health and money and time to waste them. We got news recently that our friend in Spain who has all the love in the world and money enough has hit a major milestone with his cancer. This news has weighed heavy on T’s heart since we’ve been here and this evening, I walked on the beach in…
I could write you a 1,000 word essay right now on why I need the beach to get myself centered, I could start with a website and call it Ineedthebeach.com and I could even write a haiku like this: Yes, I need the beach Spring, Summer, Winter, and Fall NEED it, I tell you And I could wax on and on about why the beach is just about the best place in the world to…
I’m engrossed in this Cognitive Surplus book because it speaks to my heart that is it provides case studies that when people are given a task to do, they perform it because they want to but when they are compensated for it, it diminishes the autonomy and motive for doing it. I thought about this with my own blogging. A colleague had told me to focus on my fiction writing not blogging. I mean who…
The morning walk on the beach showed evidence of the BP Oil Spill disaster and it put me in mind of how much we are in a time of large transitions in our lifetime. BP’s screw up and the government’s screw up with Katrina and Rita, or our federal government’s inability to predict or defend the terrorist attacks on 9/11 – so many huge things happening. I’m reading a good book called Cognitive Surplus by…
A colleague friend was chatting with me yesterday and referred me to the psalms in the Old Testament. I was thinking about psalms this morning and how beautiful some of them are, but I have to say I meditated on this one this morning instead: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) A PSALM OF LIFE WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty…
When we first came to Ft. Morgan we rented a friend’s house that was walking distance from the beach. The next time we came with friends who we shared a house with just about a block or two from the beach. We kept coming back to that house or the one next to it in different configurations but always with another couple because of the cost of the house. But T kept saying she wanted…