“Real tragedies don’t need to be redeemed, they need to be remembered.”
“There are times when sorrow seems to be the only truth.”
-Shannon Leone Fowler, Traveling With Ghosts
note: The quotations are taken from the book, Traveling With Ghosts:A Memoir of Love and Loss by Shannon Leone Fowler, a book I just finished reading.
note: Route 1,Bodega Bay, CA
Last Wednesday, Mrs. Abstract and I celebrated our wedding anniversary. We went to Monterey (California) and spent the days watching the ocean, walking in the Cannery Row, or just lounging and warming each other, sitting, sipping wine next to a fire pit on a cloudy day.
With the ocean just a few steps away what would you like to do?
Leave the chairs and walk towards the ocean.
Dance in the water.
Build a house on the cliff above the ocean.
Before the light fades
I stand alone on the beach
my nothingness bared to the elements
I stretch my arms to behold the sea
the immensity of the water that circles the world
the waves that swell with beauty
the fear that enters my heart
when the storm comes
I hold this moment
a moment of clarity and grandeur
I bow with humility and gratitude
to the great mystery.
The day
follows the darkening sky
and remains of the sun.
How do you measure hope?
(photos: taken from Sea Lion Cave, Oregon coast,Florence, OR)
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