Here in Fort Bragg, California, the summers are crispy dry unless one lives in the Fog Zone. Rarely does a drop of rain fall from mid-May to mid-September.
The days are so long that one can watch the last rays of sun disappear over the Pacific well past 9:00 p.m.
Even so, I like to hike the headlands during the day when flowers are open,
bees are buzzing,
and ravens are squawking.
I can easily see treasures at my feet that might go unnoticed at sunset. Like this 1929 survey medallion
or someone’s misspelled graffiti.
Plants still carry on without rainfall,
pulling each droplet of moisture from the air to nourish them.
Am I willing to go to such lengths during my spiritual dry spells? Eke out what joy I can find from simply being alive? As the rings of a tree show yearly growth—some wide from lush years, some narrow from lean years—I, too, am old enough to know there is an ebb and flow to life. Rain will come.
Photos © Sondra Sula.
Take a walk with me by reading my most recent daily devotional book, Meditations on Mendocino by Sondra Sula. Available on Amazon in paperback or Kindle versions.
If you’d prefer a daily river walk, Reflections on the Fox River and Beyond by Sondra Sula, might just be the book for you.