img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/Srw6kvgH7MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TLWSLuJ0g4c/s400/AA1.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385243657329175746″ /br /br /You either love every minute it ~ or you are expecting rain.br /br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/Srw7gnyy0OI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NGcvceXzaiI/s1600-h/IMG_7464.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/Srw7gnyy0OI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NGcvceXzaiI/s400/IMG_7464.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385244686052151522″ //abr /br /Water and waves. There’s something so special about the ocean. You can head out into it with a certain attitude. You leave with another. This reminds me of the Mahatma’s saying. “Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.” br /br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/Srw7gOypENI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzqXvzUp1i4/s1600-h/IMG_7491.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/Srw7gOypENI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzqXvzUp1i4/s400/IMG_7491.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385244679340626130″ //abr /br /The green hills of California. West of Hemingway, South of Steinbeck country.br /br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/Srw7fpfmZSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W0Js3Mfyjn0/s1600-h/IMG_7460.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/Srw7fpfmZSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W0Js3Mfyjn0/s400/IMG_7460.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385244669328647458″ //abr /br /But where will these tracks lead me? Like Odysseus. Out on an odyssey, headed, but not yet ready to head home. With ‘no direction home.’div class=”blogger-post-footer”img width=’1′ height=’1′ src=’https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691525267872963085-4884446027387921319?l=in-the-arena-torin.blogspot.com’ alt=” //div
