Today we comb the mucky beach for squishy urchins and tiny crabs while we wait for my nephew's ship to come in. He has been out at sea for many months. Zack and I time our trip to Washington brilliantly, so we are able to share in the joy of his homecoming. We can see a boat that may be his, off on the horizon--a tiny white dot. Me, Zack, Steve, Gabe, and BG are here to receive Nick. Gigi, Yolanda, and Cory (the captain's family) are schooling us in the tradition of the sailor's homecoming. Yolanda is this 50 pound bolt of cosmic light--zipping back and forth, up and down the beach-- looking for her father's vessel--then teaching me--and eventually everyone else-- about what lives under rocks near the shoreline. The older boys get to stop being cool for awhile and behave like curious little boys. I smell kelp and fish and sand and sea, and the noises of this place calm me completely-- as if a sea trance has gently taken hold of my soul and embraced me like a loving sister. Thank you, sister, for calling me here.
Today we comb the mucky beach for squishy urchins and tiny crabs while we wait for my nephew's ship to come in. He has been out at sea for many months. Zack and I time our trip to Washington brilliantly, so we are able to share in the joy of his homecoming. We can see a boat that may be his, off on the horizon--a tiny white dot. Me, Zack, Steve, Gabe, and BG are here to receive Nick. Gigi, Yolanda, and Cory (the captain's family) are schooling us in the tradition of the sailor's homecoming. Yolanda is this 50 pound bolt of cosmic light--zipping back and forth, up and down the beach-- looking for her father's vessel--then teaching me--and eventually everyone else-- about what lives under rocks near the shoreline. The older boys get to stop being cool for awhile and behave like curious little boys. I smell kelp and fish and sand and sea, and the noises of this place calm me completely-- as if a sea trance has gently taken hold of my soul and embraced me like a loving sister. Thank you, sister, for calling me here.
oh, my sweet sista take me back back to the days of our past precious moments yes yes and her heart cracked open again with loves old memory thank you for that perfect preservation of time and place and rythem grace Ilove you!
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