March - true to form - left us like a lamb. Or at least lamb-like. Somehow, while running a few quick errands alone yesterday, the car's magnetic pull (over which I had no control, of course) steered me in a direction other than home, and I found myself at the shore for a few moments. Perfect. Among my favorite colors and smells and textures in all of the world, I said a quiet springtime "hello."
Thank you for your words and kindness yesterday. And to clarify, I wasn't really responding to anything in particular - just something I hear often and something that had been on my mind and in my heart, and in the way of what I want to do here. I feel better now. Lighter. So, thank you.
Of course, that could be the magic of the ocean talking to me. The ocean always has so much to say.
