Low tide beaches make me feel smug. No one but me has ever walked here at least during this particular tide. I see the place as a blank canvas upon which to paint or write a new story. Like now, having been holed up alone without much reciprocity, what is offered instead are my fresh thoughts. I surprise myself as I kneel near the shoreline and feel as though I have entered a sanctuary where blessings can be received and given.
I wish for another trip. I miss you, Tina west, the girl with the plaid skirt
Ahh something SO divine in these moments! Thank you for sharing♥️
Beautiful!!!! Thank you.