Today was Sage's birthday. We spent the day at Heceta Head with my mom and some of Michael's family members. I want to take some time to write about this day and post some photos, but it has gotten late, and I need to get some sleep, so I'll have to postpone writing. I'll say goodnight and leave you with a short poem:
Very little grows on jagged rockBe groundBe crumbledSo wildflowers can come up
where you are,You've been stony all these yearsTry something differentSurrender!