After a long delay between flights, this morning's sun rose from behind the five million year old Santa Ynez Mountains. Later, lapping the beach's long neck, Poseidon's brine left behind small stones, empty shells and seaweed stranded between toes.
Due East of here, around 9,000 years ago a drying-out began. Coyotes, mule deer, foxes, rabbits, lizards, snakes, but hardly any water. A creation myth was handed down, making this a place of poha, supernatural power, while the uninscribed visions of art continued to pursue "the place my mind came into being."
From, "The Lost Way of Stones."
