The Sea Remembers
The sea keeps no records of the steps we take upon its shore, yet carries everything we leave behind.
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Read Scribble →All Scribbles
Poems, memories, thoughts and the occasional line that refused to disappear.
John Belushi in Oak Bluffs
I found him in a quiet corner of a cemetery on Martha’s Vineyard. No crowd. No noise. Just a little peace.
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Read Scribble →Work That Feels Like Life
It never seems like work if it engages all your senses and heart. That is the only kind worth doing.
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Read Scribble →On the Road, Within
The best journeys are not always about where you are going, but who you become along the way.
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Read Scribble →Rain on the Window
A quiet room, a wet pane of glass and the strange comfort of watching the world become indistinct.
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Read Scribble →Notes from a Café in Split
Sometimes the clearest ideas arrive while doing nothing more productive than watching people pass.
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Read Scribble →Driving the Pacific Coast Highway
The road curves between cliff and ocean, and for a while every other destination becomes unimportant.
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Read Scribble →Lines I Keep Coming Back To
A small collection of words that have stayed close, even when I had forgotten where I first found them.
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Read Scribble →“
Small thoughts still matter
Not every idea needs to become a novel. Sometimes a few honest lines are enough.