Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across the landscapes,over the prairies and the deep trees,the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -over and over announcing your placein the family of things."Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Sailing in San Pedro, CA




The thrilling sea sick feeling of floating in the wind is unreal. Mike is an amazing captain, and let's us enjoy the the salt air along with many cocktails. Joy's menu included homemade tortilla chips, with guac, veggies & spinach dip, & incredible soft bun subs.
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