The ocean is one of my special places.  My plan is to have my ashes scattered there.  Perhaps honoring each wave, so unique, yet part of the whole is what guides me as though I know I have lived more of my life than remains to come, this is the time to integrate and prepare for that final crash or gentle meeting of the shore where water dissolves and lifts.

Stinson Beach yesterday
On the way to the bookstore
Planning, Unplanned
Chess pieces rise in the now open center of the little town of Stinson Beach
Playful Thought
An exuberant tree
How to remove the blocks and still stand
Footsteps imprint to wash away in the rising tide
Rise, Center, Surrender

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