Our wedding anniversary arrived perfectly timed for a week of sunshine and full moon on the Pacific Ocean. Flowers bloom among the stones and in clusters that cling to the gigantic bluffs. This morning it came to me that all my efforts (in younger years) to “overcome” nature were just so many steps in the wrong direction. Nature has wisdom far deeper and more whole than any human efforts to improve. Nature has rhythms I want never again to resist — I want to dance to them.

I woke in the middle of the night — a brilliant night. From the little balcony I watched the full moon dance.


A dance up such a cliff requires wings or else good sturdy roots.
Dance like Mama Cass–feet firmly planted in mid-air

Dance where emptiness makes a meeting place for darkness and light