Life is a beach. .. Actually it’s a total bitch for some of us, all of us at different times perhaps. Amy knew ♪ may she rip.
“The world today is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things,
for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air,
for the dear earth itself underfoot.
In my world of beach and june these elemental presences lived and had their being…”
— Henry Beston (The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod)
recalling the many phases of the Moon…
Isn’t she lovely.
Drag your thoughts away from your troubles… by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it. ~Mark Twain
An archive and albeit it’s noisy, I love the mood :)