in california you cross the border of my heart
a litany of what we'd see:
pelican, fisherman, cypress, tide
sea lion, cattail, swampland, weed
maidenhair, buckeye, mustard seed
eucalyptus, seaweed, slug, burl
wooden fence, wizard’s beard, mountain girl
wintu, yurok, eel river, moss
old growth, giant, sasquatch
driftwood, bramble, berry, owl
tsunami warning, dairy cow
wave, mist, fog, sea
you, you, me, me
that's my tiny tribute to our wanderings into the endless beauties of california. through the most verdant greens and striking blues, blossoming fields and migrating birds, past towering trees and vast ocean. all the while, wildly aware of the rich blessing of simply walking the earth.
the weather report said rain, rain, rain and we were adequately prepared both physically (tights, boots, ponchos) and mentally (bringing our own cheer).
and yet, this! this is the sunny day we drove out into:
and lucky for me, cause i was obsessed, after some searching (cause real record stores sort of don't exist anymore?) we finally found the new joanna newsom album to accompany us with her california dreamsongs that are full of lines like the above title to paint pictures that accompany our ramblings.
here are some places we hung out:
in a tipi:
point reyes cafe with the best wood-fired pizza in the world:
fort bragg, california:
coastal redwood forests:
and old logger bars:
it was a gem of a trip. i already miss it, the adventures and roamings, the comings and goings.
more details to come...