The world is too crazy these days for me to not write about it. The other day two spandex clad cyclists nearly hit us-plus-baby on a bike ride down a BIKE PATH. When we approached them with a "Hey, that was really cutting it close back there and see we have this baby on us" remark at the subsequent crosswalk the guy merely dismissively said, "Ok", and the woman turned around with a snide voice and "Oh, I forgot, some people don't know how to ride"...and then they cycled off! What?! WHAT JUST HAPPENED? DID THAT REALLY HAPPEN? That's how the world feels these days. We all sense it, some more than others. And these people epitomize the online bullies many have become, who have lost their social skills and empathy and self and other awareness in the process. Their ability to reflect. Lord help us. ..................................................................... ..................................................................... So anyway. "...

Last night I went to the beach. Beach As I walk the beach--doesn't matter which one it is, as long as it's in Vancouver--I remember the different experiences I've taken with me, and had, in that wondrous! setting. Grey or sunny--the beach, or the experiences. Who am I this time, at the beach? Beach The newly arrived, unaware of the Beach potential Figuring it out, names lost and muddied like the high tide footprints  Meet ups to make friends, to be with friends, to celebrate this or that, not yet fully myself, not yet fully appreciative of just how wonderful the Beach is, just how many there are here Beach, Mom What a thing, watching children discover the place Watch out for sand! It gets in eyes, mouths--not just sandwiches--don't forget to feel its warmth, or its coolness Don't forget how it holds its shape when wet, don't forget how deep it goes and swirls Buckets, shovels...buckets!...creations lined with seashells sticks pebbles (look at THIS one!)  But wou...