Wood and waves

Yesterday we stacked half of the four cords of wood that were delivered on Tuesday. It was a brilliant sunny day with the kind of deep blue sky that only comes in September and October. I loved the smell of the wood and the wind, or "the howlin' gale", as Linda describes the Seaforth wind.

Later on we went down to the cove where Dad was surfing and mom was stretched out on a rock in the sun. There were some nice hurricane waves and about 8 people out. I got my suit on and went in but kept getting knocked down. It was fun rolling around in the beach break though.

Dad was happy like he is after a good surf. I missed a good picture of him holding his longboard above his head.

Things feel messy in a lot of ways these days, but I love waking up and looking out at the ocean. Seeing waves through the windows. I also love the mostly empty rooms of our house. You get to imagine them in all different ways when they're empty like this. They're full of potential.

I want this house to be a place for art, writing, music, coziness, activity, rest, solace. I want the seasons to be fully enjoyed and observed here.

We can rise up, we can have our cobwebs blown away by the wind.