And now we are here by the ocean. I can sit and watch the waves.
Oddly, one of the books I bought is The Consolations of the Forest, Alone in a Cabin on the Siberian Taiga by Sylvain Tesson. It might seem an unusual book for this environment, as this is partly business, so we were at an outdoor reception last night among fire pits, listening to a bagpiper, watching the sun set, and seeing hula dancers at a luau. Some people seem to confuse Hawaii and Carmel, but maybe life has always been a mix. Among the Coast Miwok native peoples, obsidian found its way in trade from Sonoma to Marin.
I've only just began this book, but it allows me to see why I gained so much in my silent retreat on Mt. Tam.
Solitude is a renewing gift, and now there is this, equally beautiful, and also a cherished gift.