September 25, 2012

This Fleeting Nature

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

~ From Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot

September 12, 2012

The Great Escape

I camped here last week after the holiday crowds left — right on the beach. Falling asleep under a blanket of stars, soothed by songs of surf, seagulls, and even a gentle rain plop plopping on the tent one night; following the graceful movements of pelicans and seals, reclining in the shade of a cave carved by the elements into the cliffs, sunning and swimming. I hope you all are enjoying these last days of summer.