A prose poem - a reflection between collecting and polishing rocks, and the work of spirituality.

I love my daily walks and can't simply stroll without looking for sea treasures washed up by the tide. Here, on the edge of the Pacific...

Back in the studio - at last! It's been almost three weeks since I arrived home after 36 hours of travel, exhausted, jet lagged, my tired...

This morning I wandered by the ocean, marveling at the beauty of stone and shell, seaweed and sand. I found a pebble which seemed to be...

The past week was wet and miserable: perfect writing weather! But today the sun emerged, and I walked along the beach, splashing in the...

Beach walks, I find, are a source of relaxation and renewal; but, more than that, they provide material for deeper reflection. I watch...