Just before sunrise the next morning, I awoke cradled in carefree joy. The ocean washed away the remaining pandemic residue—the last smatterings of shock and fear released overnight into salt air. The dolphin parade mid-morning melted fourteen months into one deep breath of gratitude. Cleansing, purifying water baptized me. Primordial newness. Infinitely fresh. Always beginning. Romping dolphins played tag. Not it! It.
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planet earth dwellers / forgive us our trespasses / we will right this ship
Marching Forward—Pete Buttigieg at Selma and Protestors Everywhere
Getting the Scoop—Aaron Parnas and Project Salt Box
Art for the Heart—“Sinners” and Olivia Dean sing, Mary Oliver laughs
bowing to beauty / oh-oh-oh, mm-hm-mm (hey!) / April’s a’flaunting