in the wake of poseidon

the storm continues, although it's expected to break mid day tomorrow, being thursday. kyle and I are heading down to los angeles, back to the grind, through the gates of mordor. 2nd lunches for all.

fort bragg has been beautiful and i'll miss everything about it.
piacci's
the grey whale inn
the brewery
the italian joint
mendocino
potheads
the deck
the rain
the hot tub
fb yoga
fine dining
cafe 1
colosal waves
chirping birds and croaking frogs
the creeking nye house
building a fire in the morning
keeping that fire burning till the end of the night
nothingness and nothing more
being phoneless and quiet
drinking tea all day with kyle and watching LOST
storm after storm and the feeling that storm watching brings
genuine creativity summoned from the abyss

the theorectical portion of winter has come to it's end, pull the substance up, work with it, make practice reality.

The only Poseidon i'm speaking of is the film by Wolfgang Peterson starring Kurt Russell. Yea, we needed a storm movie and A PERFECT STORM has been played out up here in Fort Bragg. The ocean is crashing, i'm soaked from the rain, and we are about to embark on a cruise that I'm sure we'll soon forget. It's all in good fun.