I am not here right now.  Not here, not now.  As I write this, if anyone
does read this, I am not here writing this.  Actually that happens each
time I write this, but really, this time I will be on a sandy beach–in
a storm I hope, with blustery winds and crashing waves.

Allowing
the time to do what it will.  Nothing to do and all day to do it.  A
little vacation from the normal daily routine on the Oregon coast.  My
and my honey pie.  What a gift.

In the midst of my emotional
storm, there is a calm when I can walk into a storm of nature.  And let
nature seep into my soul through my eyes and ears and skin and hair and
face and chilly bones.  Sitting in the trees and settling into the quiet
until I hear them talk to me.

This is the peace I seek.