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December 23, 2014

Blue, Blue Christmas



You’ll be doin’ all right,
With your Christmas of white,
But I’ll have a blue, blue Christmas.

~ Songwriters: Jay W. Johnson & Billy Hayes


Merry Christmas!



December 16, 2014

Life’s A Beach








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December 8, 2014

Koi Pond at Swami’s












Taken at one of the koi ponds in the Meditation Garden at the Self-Realization Fellowship Ashram, built in 1937 atop the cliffs of Encinitas in San Diego County overlooking the Pacific. Nicknamed Swami’s by surfers, the name stuck and is now the official name of the internationally known surfing spot on the beach below.



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November 7, 2014

November Twilight



To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.

~ Jeanne Moreau



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and Skywatch Friday, hosted by Yogi, Sylvia, and Sandy.



October 15, 2014

Autumn Waves










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and Skywatch Friday, hosted by Yogi, Sylvia, and Sandy.



August 13, 2014

Dying Light









. . . and yet, still not a drop of rain!




August 7, 2014

3.3 Miles



Last weekend, I moved out of the desert and back to the beach. The desert is visually stunning and so spiritually satisfying, but summers are brutal; it’s oppressively hot and relentlessly bright without relief. Additionally, southern California is experiencing it’s worst drought in almost 500 years. I have missed the water, the cool relief of the marine layer, and the coastal lifestyle. The ocean is just 3.3 miles from my new house and still, many amazing desert landscapes await only a couple hours to the east.

Looking forward to visiting all your blogs after I get settled to see what everyone’s been up to. Hope you all are enjoying your summer!



July 7, 2014

Shore Break

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The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.

~ From The Waves by Virginia Woolf



May 5, 2014

Wahoo!

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March 31, 2014

In Bloom














Taken by an amateur photographer for personal, non-commercial purposes.


March 21, 2014

My Burning Heart



My heart is burning with love
All can see this flame
My heart is pulsing with passion 
like waves on an ocean




My friends have become strangers
and I’m surrounded by enemies
But I’m free as the wind 
no longer hurt by those who reproach me




I’m at home wherever I am
and in the room of lovers
I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances . . .

 ~ from My Burning Heart by Rumi


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February 28, 2014

Time and Tide






Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. 

 ~ from Stray Birds by Rabindranath Tagore



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and Skywatch Friday, hosted by Yogi, Sylvia, and Sandy.


February 21, 2014

Like Father, Like Son



It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely – and why?




We’e still reminded – sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on




as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.




And became as lonely as a shepherd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.

 ~ Rainer Maria Rilke



To see radiant reflections by other bloggers, visit Weekend Reflections, hosted by James.
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February 17, 2014

San Buenaventura Mission















The San Buenaventura Mission was founded March 31, 1782 by Father Junípero Serra, a Spanish Franciscan friar, on land originally inhabited by the coastal Chumash Native Americans in their village of Mitsquanaqa’n. Although land was promised to the 500 displaced inhabitants, very little was allocated, and the few parcels finally “given” in the 1840s were soon lost. Many Chumash found work on local ranches, but diseases further ravaged their population. The lot of the Chumash continued to deteriorate with the arrival of the Anglo-Americans in 1847. In 1855 a small piece of land 60 miles inland and to the north near the Santa Ynez mission was “set aside” for the last remaining only 109 coastal Chumash survivors.


February 7, 2014

Winter’s Flame













To see radiant reflections by other bloggers, visit Weekend Reflections, hosted by James.
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