wicked

On the dark, in the wind. I ventured forth, and lost my dog, immediately since the tide is coming with the dark. I'm walking on the sand at pochet, pronounced poshay, by those in the know, though I've been here longer. Means land of all, or everyone's land, in the vernacular of the time, way longer than any of us. It was the one place they did not claim, so to me, it is sacred. And I see the ocean wanting this, and coming now,and now stronger. So we may have to walk, or swim, or sail. This was,and this will be. I welcome the world, that takes away our big thinking. There was once, in reality, an opening to the ocean. Our heavy thoughts about ourselves will change thus. So it is the same with conservative, or liberal, or any stagnant thought. Tell me the right thing to do is kill those that will invade a wildlife refuge. That is what we are doing now, and will do grossly, on Monomoy. We think we are in control. That is what I am outraged by. I am grateful to God for creating what we think is explained by us. We will not let it alone, whether it's manifest destiny or environmental political correctness. I count Cape Wind in the latter