Drops like a silk blanket of fog

Not totally confident it's Thursday but I'm sure I've been gone from San Fran for a few nights. We delved into some touristy attractions like the ferry ride to Angel Island, Haight St. dining, ACT-American Conservatory for Theatre, Humbolt Lagoon, Trees of Mystery sky ride, Muir Woods hiking, Point Reyes camping, Wine Country tastings, Oregon Cavern Monument flashlight tour and somehow ended up in a swank hotel for the night. After camping on the beach under the blanket of stars even the 5* hotel lacks in its comfort. The city was dirty and malfunctioned. I'm sure I witnessed a lady giving birth on the street corner, and if she was not, she has more problems than just being the lady giving birth on the street corner. I'm glad to have made it to the woods and to have been given the opportunity to walk deeper into the arms of the trees until my legs could carry me no farther. We watched the sun drop from the sky while on top the Cascades Mtns (?) last night and in our awe we forgot we might just have to hike back down in the black jacket of the night. The hazy fog dropped like a silk blanket over the beach. It's the perfect Goonie's or Pirates of the Carribean movie setting. Tonight we reside in Shed, OR. I love this city's name.

Good conversation abounding. Learning about each other on emotional and intellectual levels, morals, goals, humor, ideosyncrasies, many "lost in the eyes" moments/so to speak/. Caleb calls them "sits"... lost in the situations--lost in the beauty of conversation. Rotating the earth on love's power, propelling our spirits to onward carry.

I am rooted and grounded
I know where I stand
even far from my home in an alien land

planted in truth and watered with righteousness
my space is kept and painted with mightiness

remove the boastful grin that I bare
replace with an understanding of forgivenss to share

push me
taint me
chisel to my core
graffitied
malnourished
a social whore

these things are not of me
try as you may
my journey expands this worldly way

above and beyond an earthly limit
my sights set above clock to a heavenly minute

bought with a price and washed clean as snow
sins thrown from east to west as far as they may go

oh world of brash and hateful things
I am eternally protected under my creator's wings