Finger covering part of my foto of lands end in San Francisco a beautiful but chilly day.  Wondering where the ship is going and is it too late for me?

Lands End, San Francisco

As I'm often wont to do I'm here at the Ocean at Lands End on a beautiful blustery day. Thinking about the future with an eye toward the past. It's white capping out there with a stiff offshore wind that drives the boat fast and beats you to pieces should you let it.

I remember getting ready to graduate UCLA and looking up from the UCLA dock at the heavy jets wing their cargo to all ends of our earth. I knew then it would be me someday and felt a thrill up and down my spine.

Now it is years later. I've survived travel, a military coup, marriages and more. I'm married to an incredibly beautiful woman now whom I care for so deeply.

We can live our lives in safety and embrace the stultifying dullness that it entails. I could do so but at what price? Would that I rather take a calculated chance to seize that moment to live and revel in the unknowingness!

This is where I live. Where I can hear the ocean. I walk the paths of my childhood dreams. Over the hills of green and brown I follow the footsteps of my ancestors. The ancient redwoods tower over me and protecting. Winding picket fences, lichen and jade moss covered following the contoured land - the spine of a dragons back protecting its treasure.