The Sea Remembers
The sea keeps no records of the steps we take upon its shore, yet carries everything we leave behind.
Poems, memories, thoughts and the occasional line that refused to disappear.
The sea keeps no records of the steps we take upon its shore, yet carries everything we leave behind.
I found him in a quiet corner of a cemetery on Martha’s Vineyard. No crowd. No noise. Just a little peace.
It never seems like work if it engages all your senses and heart. That is the only kind worth doing.
The best journeys are not always about where you are going, but who you become along the way.
A quiet room, a wet pane of glass and the strange comfort of watching the world become indistinct.
Sometimes the clearest ideas arrive while doing nothing more productive than watching people pass.
The road curves between cliff and ocean, and for a while every other destination becomes unimportant.
A small collection of words that have stayed close, even when I had forgotten where I first found them.
Not every idea needs to become a novel. Sometimes a few honest lines are enough.