During a few short days in Ukiha, I walk a lot. I always walk a lot. Even on days like today, when it is 34-degrees Celsius (93F) and 95-percent humidity, and my entire body is drenched in sweat. I walk diligently — so long as there is enough water going into my system. Water, I notice, is a theme here in Ukiha. As much as one tries to meander away from it, something always pulls you back to the canals that flow through this town.
I love this story. I agree that living next to water nourishes the invisible aspects of our selves. I was so happy living on a houseboat docked at Gate Five, Sausalito, in 1968. Likewise, on the mesa overlooking the ocean in Bolinas. Or childhood summers spent at the beach house my grandmother would rent where Topanga Creek met the Pacific Ocean.
I loved walking and taking trains with you and Suhi. Sending so much love! <3
I love this story. I agree that living next to water nourishes the invisible aspects of our selves. I was so happy living on a houseboat docked at Gate Five, Sausalito, in 1968. Likewise, on the mesa overlooking the ocean in Bolinas. Or childhood summers spent at the beach house my grandmother would rent where Topanga Creek met the Pacific Ocean.
I loved walking and taking trains with you and Suhi. Sending so much love! <3