The middle of November brought a three-day weekend due to the Brazilian holiday of Dia da Consciência Negra. So, naturally, this little adventure-seeking-couple headed to the beach! After less than three hours in the car, we arrived at the coastal town of Guarujá. It is a long stretch of beach dotted with colorful umbrellas, open-air restaurants, and hotels. We stayed in one of those where we could literally walk out the front door, across the street, and onto the beach. Perfect location! Friday night, we headed to a delicious Thai restaurant. So much so we Read More
It is vast against the horizon. So much so…it IS the horizon. It shifts the sand beneath my cold toes, and still further dizzies my eyes with its periphery-dancing. Yet the sea does not dread the distances, calculating arrivals and departures, lost in the abyss of so-whats and then-whats. It is buoyant despite emotional spasms. At one rock outcropping–battered knuckles of stone rising against the blue–there is anger. Foam churns, one million crashes in a busy liquid intersection. It is violent, destructive. Just five rock-knuckles down, small children and grown men laugh in the surf, their bodies caressed by the gentle tide. Here, Read More
“beach glass: or what I found on the beach” the sea is a turquoise heart pulsating with life ever filtering, ever glittering with each wave, pumping lifeblood into a million liquid heartbeat stories of salt. I, too, am heart. the sea is a pillowey breath inhaling and exhaling from our collective lungs sometimes deep crashing sometimes tranquil bobbing a rhythmic circle of give & take, claim & release liquid surrender to the storied sands of time. I, too, am breath.