Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
Will you consider joining me
around each full moon in 2021
in the sacred cave at Bodega Bay,
to dream and sing and listen and celebrate
with the seals and the fish and the ravens
and the waves and the rocks and the sand fleas?
Visit the Ecos de la Marea page for details.
This week's blog is dedicated to my dad who died September 21, 2012.
Dr. Rev. Samuel F. Rowen was a Presbyterian minister who frequently
ended his sermons with a highly inappropriate joke and then this poem.