Light moves through

Archive for April, 2012

On Point of Ground

Rock stands as bastion before battering tides but changes, bit by bit, into something more, something that gives root to green growth and gull. Its stillness is illusion, as is its silence: it constantly sings in scales great and minute. It holds heat of suns and gives mineral taste, it offers the long beach of soft rest and beyond time finds its way back under waves.








On Our Way

Easter/Eostar/Passover on the Oregon Coast, what better way to celebrate deliverance abundance rebirth?