Most of the time I'll make like a thoroughly saturated sea lion and unabashedly haul out to dry on the rock bluffs. I'll slip sweetly into a waterlogged daydream. Still in my wetsuit I'll splay my limbs out with belly up to the sky, arms wide open to catch the fleeting autumn rays.
Read MoreScaled silver bullets evade the shining hooks of fishers, out-dashing sea lions to hold where saltwater meets fresh. The rivers swell with the autumn rain, and the waiting dog salmon pulse from ocean into stream. The anadromous beasts bid a final farewell to the same estuary that raised them as young fish.
Read MoreI'm finding the most healing experiences I encounter all have a common thread. They all aid in untangling the knots of ego. This is no easy task when raised within a culture that applauds the narcissism that has become so central to daily existence…
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