On the road always

This meditation is about sitting in a simple hotel in Tillamock Oregon–home of good cheese and that rich fragrance of happy cows.  Mist covers the hills, steals the ocean, cools the air with salt water.  Birds sing their dance, traffic rhythm is music of the shore, stillness sits.

As I ready myself for a leisurely long days drive, gratitude adorns this little room.  Tiny stars of pleasant memories, beach treasures of ideas coming with me, hugs pressed into my heart.

Waves come and go and come and go and chase and retreat and foam and slide and polish everything they touch.  I claim the Presence to pull and push and carry me as She wills.  Ah, that She would have Her Way with me.