I am in love with Ocean
lifting her thousands of white hats
in the chop of the storm,
or lying smooth and blue, the
loveliest bed in the world.
In the personal life, there isalways grief more than enough,a heart-load for each of uson the dusty road. I supposethere is a reason for this, so I will bepatient, acquiescent.
But I will livenowhere except here, by Ocean, trustingequally in all the blast and welcomeof her sorrowless, salt self.– Mary Oliver, from Red Bird
I took a much need break at the shore. I feel rested and renewed.