Recently, I've been walking with Chevella (my Aussie) on the breakwater at Santa Barbara Harbor. Each day offers something new and often stunning. Yesterday I watched a sea lion lift himself up and hop onto one of the marina docks. Such gifts. Here are some recent photos I took.
I walked at Santa Barbara's breakwater today, and took this image of a flock of pelicans perched on the deck of an old dredger that is always there, hauling sands out of the harbor's mouth so the boats can come and go. I never tire of watching the pelicans. They are so gangly and yet so graceful in flight and when they dive for fish. Their tremendous bills seem fitting metaphors for capturing an abundance of whatever life offers, and sorting through that which serves you, then letting the rest go. A fitting metaphor for us, perhaps.
I consider myself so lucky to be able to walk on the beaches in Santa Barbara regularly with my dog and friends. Last night it was an extraordinarily beautiful evening on the breakwater, looking over the harbor.
Just a quick post today to say January was the most beautiful I can remember in Santa Barbara. And February is starting out much the same. It has been warm (in the 70s) and sunny almost every day. Here are some photos I've taken over the past two weeks at local beaches.
I usually look forward to winter as a time for cocooning and getting a lot of writing and reading done. Alas, so far this winter weather has only beckoned me out of doors. I took my journal the other day and sat at a picnic table overlooking the ocean at Summerland, a lovely little burg just south of Santa Barbara. People walked to and from the beach in their shorts and flip flops. If I didn't know better I'd think it was August.
Focusing on my master's work and workshops and coaching has been tough! Even so, and as much as we need our seasonal rain, I'm hoping the summer breezes stay a while longer.