|A Cottage by the Sea||
Yesterday the beach belonged to the surfers. At one time I counted twelve black dots among the waves and more were parking their cars and suiting up. As I walked along I envied these people who had chosen such a vibrant way to stay in the present moment, their bodies alive and pulsating with every wave, every dip, every roll. My body did what it could to participate vicariously—my best for a moment in the NOW.
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4/30/15 Finishing up VG.