I've been in love with the ocean for as long as I can remember. I've known that I belonged to the sweet Pacific since I played in her as a child, my little feet and legs being swallowed up into salty waves, sand soft and gritty sweet between my toes and sticking to my feet long after I would leave the ocean's waters.
Being there this winter I remembered something I have come to realize so many times before. I want to live beside the Pacific when I am an old woman. I want to dream there beside the sea contemplating all the beautifully wild adventures my youth offered me-let my spirit continue to wander free into the waves, which it belongs to. Dream up ideas churned from the waters sweet mist until I die... the sea has a beautiful way of inspiring brilliant creativity.
My heart belongs to the ocean. I love her. I've come to identify myself as some sort of a sea gypsy...


