Coastal Chorus Summer days spin by a whoosh of blues and greens along with braids of seaweed, travelers check in for a respite drop their bags, have a chat, then off for a sticky bun and a hike, painters with spindly legged easels carefully poise themselves at the craggy coast, while salty air fills white sheets hanging from the weather worn clothes line and below on the dew moistened grass, a single leaf, rests as a prophet of days to come, and she whispers a cool song from

She lived in the woods, and still does for that matter, thankfully, some things don’t change. The following is just one of the many stories that I share about my time with Thea, who captured my heart, and my trust, now going on 4 decades ago. It was early in our relationship, so early, that I wasn’t even certain she considered me a friend, all I knew was that I trusted her and her guidance. She appeared somewhat magical, her strawberry tendrils delicately reaching out into th

notes from a journal almost completed You were birthed from Light and Love, yet your physical beginnings may not reflect this. So when traveling back in time your beginnings, you must go all the way, lest you be fooled or confused as to your true identity. There was a mother wanting me, and a father not wanting me, a mother with fear and longing, a father with anger and trepidation. Is it any wonder I chose to hold my breath? These opposing sensations were imprinted in me,

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them together a thousand times, each time creating a different picture and each time ending with one piece missing. i’ve scoured the corners of the house hoping beyond measure for sight of that single and most pertinent piece, the one shining slice of truth that would complete my tapestry of unresolved mystery. on occasion, i was certain i saw it, but,