Morning missive and balderdash

One cup isn't going to do it

that much is clear

I sit and try to reel in my soul

from it's nighttime wandering

trying out the bardo?

perhaps another slice of reality in the multiverse?

wherever

but still

a large part of my consciousness is missing

and the only thing to do

is drink another cup of coffee

and wait on the porch

for it to find it's way back

There are so many strange things going on
it's hard to sit down and scribble out
a surf blog post these days

I find some consolation in the late summer / early fall routine

What direction is the new swell?
What's the water temp?
Is the wind offshore?

Is it foggy?
Are the persimmons ripe?

Have the squirrels stolen them all yet?

Is there anything new on TV?

NO NOT THE TV!

Whatever you do don't turn on the Television

Stay safe

23 Breaths