There you are.......

Late night treks alone with the wind, the soft stepping dogs rooting out treasures buried deep, too deep to find and still keep up, so left for another pass on another night. Say what you will about the snow and cold, the frozen earth locked up for these months, and you may be right. As he returns through the trees and sees the welcome dancing warm reflection on the walls, he is reminded that this will all pass soon.


What lay ahead is the transition. The seamless shift of awareness that draws him closer to natural warmth and light, as opposed to the substitute he has had to create over the last months. Is it where you are, or how you feel? The two scenes that seep into his dreams currently are the desert and the surf.

Sand- On such occasions as he wakes in the Southwestern sands he is often stunned and inescapably motionless as the colors and light emerge from the landscape. The entire day takes place during one cup of steaming coffee. The welcome stillness and opportunity for quiet reflective study is really without comparison. With the exception of mid-day, when only the shade of the tavern will suffice, the days in the desert offer the individual a steady stream of consciousness, peyote notwithstanding.

Surf- Sitting on the edge of the continent, watching the surf unveil its faraway catch of air, light, wind, and water, causes a sense of rebirth or second chances that is lost in the stagnation of the concrete landscapes of the city. Backed up against the rocks, looking out at the unscathed sky, he has been reminded of the need to think new, think fresh, and think again. One after another, the powerful surf scours our age from the body and stirs the sedimentary soils of our mind.

Sand and Surf. Sometimes it really is “where you are.”


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