Baker Beach

I was born again yesterday at Baker Beach when the sun appeared out of nowhere and a sea-going vessel blossomed on the horizon loaded with its cargo of possibilities.

I put down my gun and prayed beside the totem.

If the sea should rise in my lifetime--as appears to be the case in the testimony of so many expert's--I will not be afraid. Neither will I cover up the eyes of  little children for whom the sound of the waves pounding the shore is interpeted as a force far beyond them, and therefore scary.

On such a beautiful day, blessed by such sudden sunshine and clear winter light, I held Tray's 2-year old hand while we walked. 

What makes a family? That there are others to love and take care of who will live beyond us no matter how long we live.

What constitutes a storm? When what overwhelms us joins that which we could not have anticipated.

Seas are rising, glaciers are disappearing, floods are increasing, but at least yesterday brightened step-by-step as I walked Baker Beach from beginning to end.