Yesterday was a strange day, full of tears. I wrote a long entry about it, but decided not to post it. I went to work today, and after a few hours decided I needed a day off--from everything.
I got in the car and started driving west. I stopped halfway at Sam's Club and bought a shirt and jeans to replace my work clothes. I ended up at Point Reyes, which is part of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area, north of San Francisco. It is one of the most beautiful and tranquil places in the world, and a place that never fails to restore me.
It was foggy there, like it often is, and there were a few drops of rain. Perfect weather.

I took many pictures and had a nice lunch at The Station. Later on, I drove south on Highway 1 a little ways and stopped at the cemetery where Grandpa and I always stopped to eat our lunch.

It was Grandpa who introduced me to the secret places of Point Reyes. When I was trying to stop drinking, he dedicated many days days driving me all over the area, showing me the places he would go to renew his spirit. He wanted me to understand there was true beauty in the world--things that were worth living for. "Life is so beautful"--he told me that, and he meant it.
Now his secret places are my secret places, and they never fail to renew my sagging spirits. I brought Arlina to Point Reyes after we had been dating for about a month, and showed her the secret places of my heart. I love her so much that sometimes it hurts. There are no words for it.
I got in the car and started driving west. I stopped halfway at Sam's Club and bought a shirt and jeans to replace my work clothes. I ended up at Point Reyes, which is part of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area, north of San Francisco. It is one of the most beautiful and tranquil places in the world, and a place that never fails to restore me.
It was foggy there, like it often is, and there were a few drops of rain. Perfect weather.

I took many pictures and had a nice lunch at The Station. Later on, I drove south on Highway 1 a little ways and stopped at the cemetery where Grandpa and I always stopped to eat our lunch.

It was Grandpa who introduced me to the secret places of Point Reyes. When I was trying to stop drinking, he dedicated many days days driving me all over the area, showing me the places he would go to renew his spirit. He wanted me to understand there was true beauty in the world--things that were worth living for. "Life is so beautful"--he told me that, and he meant it.
Now his secret places are my secret places, and they never fail to renew my sagging spirits. I brought Arlina to Point Reyes after we had been dating for about a month, and showed her the secret places of my heart. I love her so much that sometimes it hurts. There are no words for it.
oh, lord
Date: 2003-07-31 10:29 pm (UTC)Re: oh, lord
Date: 2003-07-31 10:35 pm (UTC)Things are actually going fairly well, but the emotion tends to accumulate, and I'm not that good at expressing it until it all wells up and overflows. I envy your ability to lay it all out in your LJ--good and bad.
Again, thank you for your prayers!
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Date: 2003-08-01 12:34 am (UTC)i find there is great comfort, and renewal, as you say, in visiting places of heart. your photos convey that feeling. life and hope. and love.
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Date: 2003-08-01 04:42 am (UTC)You both are still in my prayers every night.
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Date: 2003-08-01 04:57 am (UTC)When my husband and I had been dating a while, we went up to the N. Georgia mountains where he grew up and went to school, around Tallulah Falls. My dad used to take me there when I was a child, and we both knew the area like the backs of our hands. It was so amazing that his favorite, private places were also mine. It is one of the most gorgeous and meaningful places in my life.
We're moving there next month, if all goes well.
I love him so much it hurts too. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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Date: 2003-08-01 09:49 am (UTC)But I love it out there on a foggy day.
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Date: 2003-08-01 10:10 am (UTC)hope
Date: 2003-08-01 12:10 pm (UTC)I'm very touched by and glad to have found your journal, which I linked to through your recent comment to a mutual friend, our dear +
With love and prayers,
Beryl
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