Each morning, I discover that the surf has delivered up more stories for my inspection: discarded, broken lives, more than I could ever hope to count, cast up in random patterns upon the sand. Each one astonishingly unique and beautiful, and occasionally one still perfectly whole, telling me tales I do not know how to read. I marvel at the beauty they create, individually and in concert, long after their lives in the vast ocean have ceased.
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Introduction
"Only that day dawns to which we are awake," wrote Thoreau. This blog, in words and pictures, is my attempt to be awake: to be alive to the mystery of life. It is an exercise in gratitude and wonder, and an open invitation to beauty. Archives
May 2019
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