I wrote this a year after I had concluded nearly 30 years of corporate finance work and moved to Brookings while my husband finished his work commitment in Portland. It was a time I was suddenly free of all commitments, able to walk on the beach at Crissey Field Beach every morning, watching, breathing, listening. I gave the sea permission to wash all those years of brain pounding expectations and demands flow out of me and create a new reality. For years I had captured and written scenes like this in my head and never committed words to page. This was my beginning.

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