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... the canvas fly, climbed the ladder and stood on the small platform, 8 feet above the deck, scanning the horizon for Marlin bills poking out from the surface. Rob and Tracy hadn't noticed that I had gone up there. They returned to the bow. "Where's Keith?"' Asked Rob, looking around. Ken, sensing the moment about to play out, replied, sounding annoyed, "He's up front." Tracy raced back up front. "He's not here!" Looking around in a panic, ...
... the next place too -- whether familiar or not -- hold more of this?
"More Sylvia," i.e., no constraint on expressing what is elemental in me?
"More that is fresh," i.e., no loss of a spirit of discovery?
"More windows into the familiar," i.e., deeper links with partner, friends, kin and homeland?
And, yet too, "more intimacy with the vastness and with the state of unknowing"?
A prayer. A tide. A haze over the mystery again. I come. I go.
... the fine salt spray that is a constant on these shores? the almost invisible clouds of dust that stream everywhere and get ground into places you would not dream? the melting force of Baja summer sun? -- is destroying the UV coating on my prescription glasses. I look a bit like I have relaxed so much that I cannot even be bothered to wipe them clean anymore.
There are many things that we need less, or do not need at all here. No socks. No sweaters. No rain ...
... first hurricane ever to make landfall in Baja before the month of July.)
The last time such a storm approached was 1958, fifty-seven years ago. Friends write, commenting on how "storm free" they hear that it is down here in Baja this year. I laugh. This is evidence of how much we filter news through what we are experiencing in our own domain, and how vastly different the "on the ground" local story may be from the national and international ...
... away from home" are just a mile's walk apart.
Now, the four old friends were going to sea and we, the new friends, were invited to come. We were fishing only for lunch on this day, not for some spectacular show catch, so our panga pick-up time was later than dawn. Not by much, but the sun was already hot on our shoulders as we ran down the beach carrying snorkelling fins and a backpack of lunch in case we didn't catch enough for ceviche!
There was ...