A River of Stones: July 7

After no Internet for three days, I opened my mail to find 148 new messages. Slowly, I am breathing in the kindness of friends old and new. Aware of these two worlds I coexist in, energetic (electronic) and physical, I exhale gratitude for these equally real and meaningful connections that are possible. I feel blessed.

River of Stones: July 4

Beneath the tree I sat shaded with an intriguing book, the ocean breeze gentle, scent of sap surprisingly pungent and pleasant. Then I noticed the page sticking to my fingers as I attempted to turn it. Pleasant shifted to unpleasant in a flash, followed by laughter, halting steps toward the pool as I eased my body down to the edge, hand cooled and cleaned in the blue water.

River of Stones: July 3

My mother’s chest rises and falls as she naps next to me in the afternoon light. How blessed I am to hear those soft sighs, to turn my head to the left and see her lovely face, etched with her-story, and mine as well.

River of Stones: July 2

Woke at five, opened the slider to view the blush of sky over waves rolling in and out. Breathing with the rhythm of the planet, aware of the sacredness of time.

River of Stones: July 1

Muffled words, giggles, the rush of water from a shower, all merge, slipping beneath the closed door in this sunbathed bedroom as I lie here resting, enjoying the vibrant sound of life with my family, eleven of us gathered for the pleasure of being together as we do every year at this time for the past eighteen.