It is a longish story, one that I am not liable to share without a glass of whiskey first. ?It makes me uneasy to dwell on the fragility of life. ?On the power of the ocean. ?On what could have been.
I’ve lost family to the ocean. ?I was almost lost. ?But I wasn’t. ?I was rescued. ?I am still here. And a pretty happy person, doing what I love, surrounded by an amazing community of people.
I am back in California to remember my aunt, who was a second mother to me while I lived here. ?She passed away this spring, and we are gathered here to scatter her ashes into the Pacific.