the search continues

can't seem to find a keyboard; one guy who would have let me use his, loaned it to someone who trashed it.

meanwhile, sad to hear about aunt theresa.  if i had my list of contacts on email, i would write the merizzis, but cannot remember addresses.  may she fly the heavens in peace and joy.

and here on earth, it's pretty gorgeous today - full sun is back, after some cloudy, but still lovely days. i had been looking forward to this break i.e. the trip down here -  to give my brain a new wash; to open up new possibilities or directions for myself, but i don't seem to be getting anything from the universe, not right now.

yesterday, on my early morning walk/run on the beach, i sat down for a bit, waiting for inspiration on the shore.  the waves pounded and rolled and i listened for the secrets to be revealed, but - nada....Later that night i was on the beach again for the hopefully less damaging rays of the sun.  the waves had increased in size, and i watched a family that was nearby:  three small kids, and an older girl and boy.  they raced along the beach, back and forth, timed by the father:  "marka!  listo! corra!!", while the surf pounded and rolled some more.  it reminded me of being young, and the universality of children's play, so amazingly cleansing.  just freedom and happiness, and the whole rest of the world has no existence.  two adult men came along and joined in the runs, and the whole scene was laughter and brilliant light and roiling waters, and the sun about forty minutes from sinking down to thailand. 

i went home when it disappeared, and made my noodles with beetach (remember that, chris?) - beet leaves, which taste like spinach.  when you add a bit of real cheese and organic cilantro hummus, it improves kraft dinner (crap dinner, as i always call it), a lot.

heard that last weekend was unseasonably warm in toronto, and got to thinking about changing the flight back to be there for easter, but air canada wants a fortune for that, and besides, it's still too cold, so it's plan A, as before.

what i look up at every morning when i awaken

the beach on saturday morning

 from the town i didn't like, except for this building

today's photos.
agus go raibh an la padraig go maith.  which maybe, in my broken irish, means happy st. patrick's day.  tomorrow, that is. and i don't know how to say saint.  buicheas le Dia.  meaning thanks be to god, even if it doesn't make any sense. taim anois.  i'm going now.  yo me voy.