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on the beach ~ July 14, 2002 - 10:42 p.m. I woke up today knowing that I'm still a little wacked. that kind of depression where it's hard to move. but not really all that bad, considering. just immobilizing. and I lay in bed for a good chunk of the day. I even closed my curtains, because the sun was a little overwhelming. I lay in my dim and cozy little room, reading the mists of avalon for the first time. and then august and skye asked if I wanted to go to the beach. I said yes. and the rest of the day was filled with light. rio del mar beach, crazy busy with people, but beautiful just the same, and I was there with a gorgeous bunch of women, and dawn had her kids, and I soaked in the sunshine and smoked some herb and played in the ocean for ages. oh, I do love playing in the ocean. I can't believe it's the first time I've been in this year. when I'm in the ocean, I know that the earth has me in its arms, and that it loves me. and the sunshine, and the kids, and the birds whirling in the sky... it was all just so beautiful. and then dinner at the saturn, sleepy beautiful women and laughter and way too much food. and the long drive up the mountain, curled up in the back of dawn's vw bus. a good, healing day. I'm still moving through. but my world is filled with love.
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