I want to spend all day in the water. It soothes me. I feel pure, young, innocent. I think of you. I ask you to send me messages through the waves, answers. Can you hear me? Send me a wave. The water is clear, I see straight down to the dust-colored sand. The waves are … Continue reading Hillary
PEAT FIRE ON A WOODEN BOAT * WALKING, AN IRISH PASTIME * CABIN FEVER, TIME TO DRY OUT * Continued from - "Cruising Cork and Kerry" All is quiet and dark in the cabin, the others are in bed. Wet clothes hang with high hopes of drying. Spare drops of rain thud on the hatch, … Continue reading Ireland is for Walkers
Life just flowed here in Santa Cruz. I worked, I surfed, I fixed up my little cabin, and helped around the property, trying to keep things clean and maintained. Construction was good for a while, but I still wanted to write, and massage. On January 5th, I went to San Francisco for a course in … Continue reading PHASE 2: MANIFEST VISION
When I arrived in November, Santa Cruz welcomed me with a flurry of serendipitous alignments. Nearly impossible opportunities rolled out beneath my shuffling feet, carrying me forward in my skeptical establishment of a life here. The main reason for my doubt? This place is expensive! Like $8-900-for-a-room expensive! I can’t afford that! More so, I … Continue reading PHASE 1: WELCOME
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