Yesterday I journeyed to Muir Beach, only ten minutes away by car, and an hour or so walking, and yet another world I haven’t visited in over five months.  I walked to the sand and sat leaning against a log, soothed by soft waves and a few others there in the fog.  

I released on the political news which is sobering.  

Steve and I met a few days over fifty years ago and woke early to discuss how we might celebrate.  So much is closed.  Again, we’re asked to go within even as we connect as we can.  

May change come as fog and smoke move in and out, and nature heals all wounds.