kalaloch travel

A perfect trip (albeit too short), I awoke the final morning after a huge storm, to clear skies and still-raging and foamy waters--on my birthday.

Happy.

My goal was simply REST for my whole being - body, soul, mind, spirit.

My rested being found creative expression in an improvizational sculpture with found objects (above).

I was amazed that no rain fell on me during my beach walks - except once. Just enough rain fell to wet the stones and reveal their beauty. I walked south on a dry beach seeing many things. I retraced my steps going north on a wet beach and saw completely new things.

A short cloud burst suddenly revealed so much color in those "grey' stones!

While usually a great place for making memories with loved ones, Kalaloch in February is also a perfect place for solitude. Married or single, working or retired, I'd recommend this kind of quiet and good solitude to all.

When I arrived back at my cabin, the rain started pouring down, eventually growing into a huge storm in the night. The power didn't go out, but I was prepared with my electric candles and the wood fire.

Sunset is time for a homemade spaghetti dinner.

Cabin of Rest

Some Western cultured peoples might consider me delirious, but I enjoyed considering my cabin a sacred space. To me, I was camping in God's tent.

Meditating on the great book of Psalms, in the lyric of song 61 verse 4...

"I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings."
Selah...

Decorations in silk (above), and stones in water to reveal their color.

I took a walk at the beach in the dark...and then goodnight.

morning

Perhaps because I was so well rested, I awoke just before dawn. Doubly surprising, the storm had cleared into a beautiful new day. So I went out and watched the sun rise. It was my birthday.