Listen to the surf
The wave’s eternal motion
Lulling me to sleep
poetry, prose, and photography
Listen to the surf
The wave’s eternal motion
Lulling me to sleep
Serious precautions
I am deeply frustrated
For I’m still sunburned

The road goes further
Without places for dining
And the food was good
Exploring Hawaii, We went to a place called Southpointe. Ostensibly the southernmost pointe in the US. Hana Hou, the restaurant above is little ways away.
Nearby is a place called Paradise Meadows, which I found charming. A handy pit stop, with locally grown coffee and macadamia nuts. I enjoyed chatting with their collection of parrots.

Now the evening’s here
Waves raucous in the darkness
Such power calms me
Always seeking growth
And to manage all my fears
Become what I want
It’s frightening, at times, to always seek growth. It requires constant reminders to watch for fear, the temptation to be comfortable. As a writer and artist, I see how critical it is to push boundaries. Mine as well as others. Perhaps mine are the most important boundaries to smash through. Destroying that which holds me back, which robs me of joy.

The day’s heat lingers
Sunlight blocked by the mountains
Summer’s kind mercies
It was a warm one today. Especially by Seattle standards. Got some walking in, a little shopping, farmers market time, chatting friends…all things that build connection and community.
Looking through the dark
Bugs orbiting a street light
Buzzing electrons
Now that it is night
With clouds vanquished far away
Summertime feels here