Getting ready for bed I heard a cry from outside my window.  An injured sea bird perhaps or maybe a baby had fallen from one of the nests th...

The Nest ~ Home near the water and in the trees Hear the birds and taste the seas Bring moss and twigs and flowers We'll be weaving and ...

The urge to be enveloped by the ocean depths was unusually strong in the late afternoon. As if I simply had to be in the water. It was a p...

Storms bring about the most beautiful skies and seas. The highs and the lows.  The sea glass waters fold over into pure white as they pummel...