blowin’ in the wind . . .

We ran the north end of Siesta this morning. Afterward we made a labyrinth not far from a group who were doing beach yoga, closer to the parking lot side of the beach than the water, at the entrance to the public beach nearest to the green life guard station.  As I walked I prayedContinue reading “blowin’ in the wind . . .”

“. . . and so connected.”

Once, so far, since we returned to Sarasota . . . I made a labyrinth on Crescent Beach of Siesta Key.  It was easy to create with a drag of my shoes in the sand.  I walked it . . . but I don’t think anyone else did.  It will be good to make labyrinthsContinue reading ““. . . and so connected.””

The Pacific – 2

Today Patricia and I head back to Portland around noon for an overnight there and an early am flight on Thursday, October 11, for Sarasota (by way, of course, of Atlanta). I continue to be awed by the majestic beauty we have encountered over these weeks of our lives. Patrick Kavanagh, in his poem, “ToContinue reading “The Pacific – 2”