March 14, 2024—Malibu
The Santa Anas have arrived in fulll glorious might resulting in a myriad of responses.
Creatures large and small seem to be hiding or at least sequestered in sheltered thickets or caves and the humans are complaining.
The Pacific Ocean looks like Lake Michigan with white caps and superficial gustiness, where usually it is rolling and regal.
The giant eucalyptus trees, queens of the bluff, are letting loose and though the wind calls things to dance, this wind is catalyzing flailing and beating each other randomly, way way beyond dancing.
The heart swells, and the word ‘chuffed’ (Mom? Is that you again? You and your words!) filters in and fills the heart and soul with pleasure, delight and gratitude.
OH to be alive in this unpredictable wild world!
Come wind! Stir us up, blow the debris away and call in wild thing dancing!