I am in a time of renovation. A new course of dreaming, a new shape for the future, a new way of thinking about my life and the future. This blog is going to reflect that pretty soon. I apologize for my continued, sporadic absences. I’ve traveled almost nonstop since Jan. 1, but I have also been trying to figure out the shape I want my writing and thinking and blogging to take in the next year or two. The good news is that I will probably go through a short process of creative reinvention that will invigorate my thinking and writing and enable me to begin blogging much more regularly again with a will. I’m pretty excited. Thanks for any of you who check back here- I’m hoping to be present much more often, very soon.
For now, here’s a glimpse of a halcyon morning we managed to snatch after the conferences. On our CA trip, after the CA conference, we had one perfect morning to wander the beach and eat breakfast literally about ten feet from rushing, whirling waves. I am tired enough at the moment to say simply, “it was beautiful”, and yet, there are times that I feel that is a perfectly profound enough statement to capture the pearl and robin’s egg blue of the storm scourged sky, and the thrill of running barefoot through sopping sand with a stealthy wave creeping up to your toes. Our friend Ron, caught us on his camera unawares, and caught us in a series of pictures that are some of my favorites ever.