With the recent large waves that have been crashing into the California Coast and Hawaii, I’ve been reflecting on the stillness that can also be found on the coast. One of my favorite places is Half Moon Bay during very low tide and sunset. There is a magical presence that I find there. It revives my soul and calms my spirit.
Copper Colored Bluffs at Fitzgerald Marine Reserve
I’ve also been thinking about the old saying, “home is where the heart is.” I always thought that saying was referring to a structure but I think I was wrong. Anywhere can be home as long as you find peace in that place. Even fond memories can be home if they lighten your spirit, like the childhood memory of warm sand moving in-between your toes. I find that I need to keep these pleasant thoughts close to me in this chaotic world that we find ourselves living in.
Tidepools at Sunset
I want to share one other sunset that wants to linger in my mind. It was beautiful and the company devine. The whole trip was such a wonderful time.
Waves are everywhere, pounding and changing the landscape but in my mind it will always look like this until I return again. It was almost a bronze color and then in an instant it returned to grayish white. This is one of the places my heart finds it’s home. I never want to let go of those lovely memories. I hope this stirs up some lovely memories that you want to hold on to also.
I recently drove from Southern California to Northern California through some road conditions that were less then wonderful. As I was driving there was an amazing sunset but I didn’t want to stop to take a photo because of the road conditions. I wrote the following poem to help my mind remember the colors that I saw. I hope you can visualize them too.
Storm Set Colors
This sunset that surrounds me
I haven’t a photo for
I’m driving North through cold slushy rain
But it’s colors, I adore
Bright bubble gum pink and glaucous gray clouds
Form a nimbus line to the East of me
Atomic tangerine with black cumulus legs
Hang eerily as far as I can see
Ochre grays and rusty coppers
Linger throughout the clouds
They push their way around me
Then they drop, rain pounds, out loud
A tiny patch of light blue sky
Glows off in the distant West
Illumnated rolling green pistachio hills
Front snow sprinkled mountain caps
I push on through the misting,
Through the downpours, and endless showers
Remembering the colors
The soft, bright, and wickedly gloomy,
Two weeks ago we went to Napa and realized what a great event this has been with the rain that we’ve been receiving. The mustard is nearly glowing in-between the rows of dormant grapes. It is a beautiful sight. I failed to post last week because we were on our way to Palm Springs. That is where I went to The Integratron and experienced my first “sound bath.” The sounds were made in these crystal bowls. It was loud and soothing all at the same time.
Quartz Crystal Singing Bowls
From The Integratron I ventured on to Joshua Tree National Park. I was nearly there while out in Landers. I drove through lots of outcroppings of boulders until I reached The Arch. I probably should have tried climbing around a bit but I did not have the shoes for it. I’ve been wanting to go visit the national parks for some time now. You never know just what it is that you will find there. I was hoping for red rocks but saw brown ones instead. These photos pretty much tell the story of the landscape. There are miles and miles of rocks and Yucca plants, aka Joshua Trees. My next national park stop is Yosemite and I know what to expect there. I just have never been there during the time of year when we will go. I can’t wait. I have great expectations.