There’s a cabin set back in the trees, hidden like rabbits among the autumn leaves. In the window that looks out on the sleepy river, there is a writer’s desk  with printer’s ink and fresh flowers kissed by the sun. 

Do you recall the peaceful days we shared  among the redwoods that spoke to us?  Memories evoke such nostalgia for that ache, that fierce crushing devotion.

I left a basket of seeds in the arch of a tree for the birds to scatter, then I etched our names in its bark. I will always remember you and the cabin by the river, the sultry nights I danced for you, sheer layers of silk floating to the herringbone floor.

Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore” – Andre Gide

We are winged and freedom is etched on the soles of our feet. Our voyage is uncharted, roaming deep blue ocean fed skies, the stars our only guide, intruders mesmerized by lush river banks of spicy cypress where Sunbirds have sung for a million years. We speak in tongues of the travelers before us , nomadic wanderers of the familiar and the unknown. Our nights are spent in shadows, waking to the sweet perfume of rain.

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I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

Deep is my theme for the day. Deep that is intense, heavy, extreme, profound, mysterious, and obscure. Deep expands the mind because deep is a trip through the known into the unknown. Deep is the travel route to make meaningful connections.

With the sea, I think deep as a distance from the surface and then down to the floor. Different depths receive different amounts of light, therefore suitable for different life forms.

Eventually, there is the darkest of deep – a place where light does not reach. A deep place without photosynthetic plants to serve as the producers to start the food chain. A deep place with other organisms able to…