I Love the Beach

I really do. With no agenda this time, no specific reason to get away, somehow I just sat and looked at the water a lot. I watched the waves in different lights, and at several points along the beach. I watched bald eagles sitting in trees for a long time. I drank coffee (Kaladi's, ground at home and hauled along, also half 'n' half) with my feet up, sitting wrapped in a hotel bedspread, looking at the waves forever. It was very refreshing. And contemplative.

I thought I needed to read while I was away. And I read the whole of "Five Dysfunctions of a Team" by Lencioni. But what I really needed to do was look at the ocean.

Two criterion for every restaurant at the beach: -Gourmet cuisine. -Overlooking the ocean. Sunrise, sunset.

Walked up 110 steps to the lens of the lighthouse at Yaquina Head. Wonderful. http://nwcoast.com/lighthouses/oregon/yaquinahead.asp

And we saw "The Bucket List". We both really liked it, a fairly rare occurance. But we were both affected by it in quite different ways. Beautifully acted and touching.
http://movies.aol.com/movie/the-bucket-list/27000/main

The DUH point was forgetting my digital camera at home. I bought a single use and hope they can put them on a cd at Fred Meyer tomorrow. If so I'll post some pictures. It was beautiful.

Thursday Poetry

Every morning lean thine arms awhile
Upon the window-sill of heaven
And gaze upon thy Lord,
Then, with vision in thy heart,
Turn strong to meet thy day.
Thomas Blake

I have to leave my poem tonight because my impetuous husband wants to take me to the beach to our favorite hotel tomorrow for a couple of nights. Woo-Hoo! Maybe pictures to share soon!

Spring Arrives Softly

This was the best part of Todd's and my loooong drive for business yesterday.

Riverdance!

For Poetry Thursday I'll pass on a bit from the Riverdance Souvenir Programme from last night. I guess I'll have to share a few because they're short. Please, if any of you can, see this show, just for the joy. www.riverdance.com

* * *
Cry of an infant
heartbeat of the world
Storm against ship
heartbeat of the world
Heel against floor and wave upon shore
Heartbeat of the world

* * *
Over the roof tops the music calling
The air familiar but not our own
Like something out of a story book
Somebody dancing in the
memory of snow

* * *
In dance and song
we gift and mourn our children
They carry us over the ocean
in dance and song
Out of the night we come
Out of the sea
On a new shore lights blaze in the dawn
Heal their hearts - feed their souls
Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds

* * *
Where the river foams and surges to the sea
silver figures rise to find me,
wise and as daring
following the heart's cry


* * *
Thunder and lightening batter the rocks
The winds howl and great storms break on the forest
We will not go down
We will not be beaten down like grain


Riverdance was wonderful. The perfect anniversary gift for Todd and me to give each other.

Poetry Thursday

When I was a senior in h.s. our choir sang this poem as a song for graduation. I've always liked it.

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Somehow, at this time of year, past choices are calling me.

Enchanted

Would you believe that my manly man took me to see http://www.apple.com/trailers/disney/enchanted/ last night? I loved it - must see it again. And even Todd said he enjoyed it.

New Year's Eve Traditions

What would New Year's Eve be without wiring the Christmas tree(s) with leftover 4th of July fireworks and paper cups of gasoline and tossing on a match?

BEEEG flames - maybe 30 feet high this year? 40?