Went to the cliff above the ocean this morning and sang to the waves beside the Ironwood tree. Later, bought a used copy of Stones of the Sur– the collection of Robinson Jeffers poetry and Morley Baer’s photography. I’m following a thread…stones and Big Sur and something about the heart.
In the afternoon, I walk with my son to a concert in the hills and he hears the notes of his father’s guitar trickle up the canyon where we are. Rex is on stage singing about the love of his life. I’ve never heard this song but I think I understand. It was never me and that’s okay.
We got love, we got love, we got love.
I give my best and sing along into the night sky.