Home of Rock and Ocean Mist~~~

Just imagine how the Viking explorers felt seeing that new land after many anxious days of sailing into the unknown. Another early trip even more amazing was told in Michener’s book, Hawaii: Tahitins did 40 degrees of latitude to discover Hawaii– and even found the way back to Tahiti to bring a deity to placate the volcano god in Mauna Loa.

My friend, I hope your dream of being near that shore will be fulfilled. This is a beautiful poem. You are drawn back time and again to that place. How special it must be! I feel so fortunate to be near the ocean and able to walk by the sea often, as it is my muse and inspiration. I feel I am truly at the edge of the world and looking out over realms mysterious and beckoning. Take good care,

I can just see those craggy cliffs, my friend, beaten by the high north Atlantic ocean waves! What a beautiful place and a throughly beautiful verse to describe it. Longing knows no distance, S, because it calls to your heart, then its call will always be heard. I, like our friend, Oswego, truly hope you see your wonderful island and revel in every moment there! cont.

Thank you for the wonderful notes and I do hope you will be back to see us as often as you can. Blessings,

Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Ryn: No, the new business is not entailed with writing but with real estate, which my sister, Amelia, is very good at. I am going to assist her in what ways I can. She says the money will be good. I hope so but either way, I will keep writing no matter what. Is your husband doing better? Always,

your words bring lovely visions to mind. always nice to see you here, adrift 🙂

You are a visionary Dear Adagio-may your dreams come true and you will walk the shores again.Cheers,Looking up

Hoping one day: your name will be carved upon the tall ships as it floats along the waves pearl-kissed~ with all the gentle creatures of the sea: as your company as you at long-last welcome your embracable destiny~ *smiles* Bri

I know, the sea can be unforgiving. but what it takes it gives tenfold in beauty and in freedom. Where else can we find serenity where else can we feel free In the silence and cacophony The sea it speaks to me Patrick

Happy Mother’s Day, S! Hope all is well with you.

I seek quieter beaches. At dawn, a single set of foot prints follows me. An endless stretch, of pure white sand and wind blown tussock grass. Sand hills rise up, a buttress to the sea. Waves tumble in, and the oceans treasure are washed upon the beach. I watch my footprints, leave their mark. Like my spirit, they are washed clean by the incoming tide. I look behind, but do not see

Footprints where, I have been. Patrick

you are missed. ~mns

24th Nov 2006 Beside the water still, a heart beats near of one so dear. Through misty morning hours, golden sunshine and coastal showers. Beside the water still, I sit with you, and dream until; we dream as one. Patrick

Will the poet that writes of love that writes of the tides of the seas ever grace the shores, again: of the OD Is she floating in calm waters or is she: adrift in all of life’s business~ *smiles* Bri

“Valentine be mine” Joined together are we for all eternity as the tides are to the sea You are the very heart of me~ “You are my soul, my love, my heart, my being each day. You are the essence of me.” Your Valentine

Still, after all this time, still I dream.

Easter blessings to you and yours…

Another day to receive life’s blessings another day to remember precious friends another chance to wish you: Happy Easter, again! ****smiles**** Bri

inquiring minds want to know, everything ok? you are missed~

7/4/07, Dear diary friend, it has been 15 months since your last post. Please let us know why the silence.

8/18/07– no word since 3/2/06. Hope you are ok, adrift. I miss your posts