Cartwheels on the Oregon Coast & the Tillamook Forest Through My Breath

 “Las mujeres se presentan francas y risueñas,

 comprendiendo muy bien

 que no es 

preciso ser mojigatas para ser virtuosas” 

― Ignacio Manuel Altamirano, Clemencia

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At night too, 

 

she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness.

As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, 

or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: 

let him be kind.

— Anaïs Nin, ASpy in the House of Love

Lettin' It All Go

Spending time at the coast refreshes the creative flow,

cleanses the fragmented mind,

enriches the...well.....you get it.

I brought along this [click], this [click]
and this [click] to pass the time.

Bare feet are required:

while cracking crab

shooting oysters

and grilling salmon.

Realize pedicures & sand don't mix,

beware of expired sunscreen

and by all means sit on a rock in a big floppy hat and stare for a while

then soak in that hot tub until there isn't anything to think about

(not that there really was to begin with)