Too loud to hear me think! Certainly not serene! Defending my skin from the attacks of the hurling sand! Draw tight the hood of my jacket to contain the flailing lengths of hair and wondering if the knotted ends could ever be convinced to release their grip on each other again! Just to add insult ... the fog bank so wet, so thick, that the sun seems never to have existed. And me, solar energised!
Can I possibly get inspiration from this!?... Had I not journeyed here from there, I'd not know this moment. Artistically attractive, economically challenging. Less than a five minute walk from this is a deafening silence, the omission of all sounds of technology's man made distractions. And the ocean's powerful exhibit. Wildlife with names and species unknown to me, overhead, calling out sounds to each other and then some. Those on the terra firma dare me to come closer.
Here for "a space in time" describes my life's journey. And so ... I am... and Grubulah, with me since those days in New Mexico.
