Driving along Long Beach
at last, the sound of waves
and words come to me…
YAZ YAZ airport. norfolk pine. eucalytptus tree. fish taco!
I look across at The Manny,
motoring powerfully beside me…
We’re a million miles away now,
returning to the singing sands of Middle Beach,
our Tofino home, wider than a mile.
riding in on the backs of small dragons
with striped quivering wings over the lagoon
all held aloft by August breezes,
that always tell the truth.
sleek wide beech trunks invite me up
to roost, to nest, to breathe
in all creation and know
that it is good. even perfect. today.
To blog, or not to blog – that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die-to sleep.
Act 11 sc.1 Hamlet, Bill Shakespeare
Well, the answer is TO BE silly…it always is!
I received my new instructions just this morning.
The right answer is, ” TO BE.”
ok. that’s cool. Being with you is all I’ve ever wanted.
Like tasting the first ripe cherry of the season
or breathing in the first wild white rose growing
in tangled leafy thatches down by the lagoon
the total immersion of my senses that you are
walking barefoot, hand in hand, over a soft emerald carpet of grass.
HB 2015 for Otto