Today felt quiet and calm, but not much had changed. The sewer construction is still going on. Walking by the backhoe today, the driver stopped and called out, “Take your time; we all have plenty of it.” Once on the beach I saw my farmer friend from last year who was, once again, gathering seaweed to fertilize his garden. “I get huge tomatoes, and I’m helping clear the beach.” And then I met Dugan and his young mistress, who had adopted him Texas a year ago. “I knew I would keep him the moment I saw his face,” she explained while giving him a doggie treat.
I’d have to say that there is always good energy on the beach. Maybe I felt today it because in my silence, solitude and simplicity, I made contact with others.