Low tide in Yachats

Sue and I got away from the crowd and spent a quiet morning hour here, at what we call the Elephant Rocks. Perfect day, sun and breeze and no other people. Instead there were sea stars (you can see red, orange, and purple glints of them near the bottom of these massive stacks). There were barnacles, mussels, sea anemone, kelp and other sea vegetables, crabs of every conceivable size, and millions of tiny creatures zipping among the tide pools. Life! 

Sue needed time and a little brainstorming to clarify her plans for the walking meditation this coming Thursday, the two-year anniversary of the walking meditations around the ICE Building: every second Thursday, in every weather, for two years without a miss. She has a beautiful idea. 

The news of the treatment of children at the border is unbearable. Everyone we know says, “We have to do something about this!” We know people who are on hunger strike, people holding vigils at various hours, people leading marches, carrying flags and signs, making demands. Every day, more terrible news. Each of us does everything we can think of doing, yet the suffering intensifies.