Tuesday, May 24, 2016
This 1919 photo of my grandmother, a self-anointed mermaid, was recently found in her photo album filled with images of she and my grandfather in Rockaway, Oregon in the early 1900's.
She appears to be emerging from the surf and considering life on land. Our family has never lasted very long on land without the song of the sea luring us back. The rhythmic sound of the ocean and the salt air blowing through our hair are as vital as breathing.
Proudly, I come from a long line of mermaids.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Every time we arrive home we say, "The eagles have landed!" It is a sweet, silly ritual started because there are so many bald eagles here and each homecoming we are thankful for safely navigating the coast range pass. In all honesty, we also like identifying with the majestic bald eagle that rules the sky above the Bay.
In reality, we may be a bit more like the pair of seagulls that greeted us yesterday, the eagle's trashy shirt-tail relatives driving up in our faded red truck with an old black lab in the back.