The crashing of the waves is the only thing that quiets my mind as I am immersed in the sound, the power, and the eternal energy of pounding surf. Every wave that washes in empties me until I am completely at peace.
Peace. Tranquility. Insanity.
Life in the mountains
Tracing a life through stories of death. Sometimes funny, sometimes not.
Cancer Messed with the Wrong Hellion
EMBERS FROM SOMEONE DOGGEDLY TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ALL...
The blog of author Cynthia Reyes
Author * Script Writer * Editorial Consultant
A Place for the Values that Really Matter
New life after retirement at 8,300 feet