Winter Beach taken by Chris Lowther
Chestermans Beach, with Lone Cone in the background
When you are in love with place,
the winds blow love your way.
Every day
begins and ends
with pure contentment.
The white, soft sand
blesses the bottoms of your boots,
and the dune grass burns golden
in the amber light just before dark,
when the sun goes down
behind the sea.
behind the sea.
Your heart takes flight
on every eagle's wing,
when you are
in love with place,
and it knows
your name.
By now, even newcomers to this site must know of my love affair with Tofino on the wild West Coast of Vancouver Island. This morning I head up there for a few days of beach walking, and hanging with my friend Christine Lowther (poet extraordinaire and fellow cackler) There will be cackling for sure. And there will be a meeting of the Clayoquot Writers Group, of which I was a founding member Back in the Day, and I am apparently to be the guest of honor. Yippee.
So I will be offline for the weekend, but will be back, all rapturous, on Monday afternoon. The hardest part will be getting on the bus and leaving it all behind to come back here. Hopefully not for too long. I am still waiting for that move to happen, and am getting more than a titch impatient with all the Waiting.
Attention Universe: It is TIME!!!!!!
