fog, sand and wood fires

I had forgotten what it was like to deal with wood fires all the time. I both like it and don't. Dealing with the wood is a very physical experience--from chopping it, to carrying it to putting it into the stove and adjusting it so it will burn to best advantage. I was gratified to learn I could still chop wood just fine!

It is strange being home. A different pattern, which is very comfortable in many ways, than I currently have at home. I feel more comfortable in my clothes here--they fit in more.

Being near the water is almost transcendent. It is such a presence, and I resonate with it so much. Daniel and I walked up to Memory Vault yestersday in the pouring rain, smelling the salt water, and I read the poems as the rain soaked me and puddled everywhere.

the first post

I am starting this on a whim, and shall see where it goeth...

Tonight I am in Seattle and enjoying the fog and the damp.