The Spaces

The Spaces is a place to explore writing, the source of writing, the drive to write, the words we love and the words we decide to choose and share.

Where ever we go, here we are, carrying our creations within us. We are the creators and the destroyers. May we choose to be creators.

May we be the source of good in the world.

Category: Beach

  • Valentine

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    I read this in the NY Times recently; it’s from “The Painted Drum by Louise Erdrich: “Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here… Read more

  • Create

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    This month everything seems a muddle and a trouble, and I cannot wrap my arms around the sentences in my brain. Ideas slip away like alligators, twisting and refusing to be held; like clouds, shrugging at attempts to define their edges; or like water, uninterested in diversions, and seeking only to return to the sea.… Read more

  • Quotes

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    On a beach walk, I came upon a large patch of seaweed. There was no way around it, so I searched for a long stick and then pushed and pulled at the thick, wet and heavy verdant greenery to create a narrow walking path.   It was difficult work and I imagined being an explorer,… Read more

  • Barefoot

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    I always loved barnacles. The tiny white houses protect their sea dwellers with sharp spiked towers. They attach to boats and piers and rocks and shells, anything that remains in the sea long enough. When I was a kid, entire sections of the beach were covered with barnacles and you had to walk over them… Read more