Coming from cold wet sea going
to warm inn eating hot soup of comfort away from drenched
rock sand and fir too wet for fire even slippery passway down to crashing surf
beach wind across plateau sky pouring rain or wild fox cries hawks wheeling
gulls...crying buffeted now enclosed by comfort and smallness out there
grandness sense of pain connection
death needed for life
No classes Monday.
Wednesday classes only.
See you Wednesday,
I am in Acadia National Park....constant rain and wind...gorgeous place and time.
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