Community

How do we build community when our inclination is to be alone?

One companion, then two.

What constitutes family?

How does one reconcile physical distance between loved ones?

How does one remain open to receive love?

Breathe in the space that is empty.

Summer Morning

I wake to sun streaming in my front windows, yards from the ocean’s horizon. I can’t see the beach because of the large houses built in recent years but knowing feels enough. I make tea, slice peaches, pour the milk into the small bowl. Dress simply;cotton skirt and shirt. Slip on my flip flops and cross the street to the beach. The entrance is a covered arbor, benches waiting on top of the dune. I sit and savor, my breakfast and light over the sand and ocean. A storm is off the coast and the waves are unharnessed power. The sound, my own heart.