Most visitors to Santa Monica come for the chance to hang out on the beach and maybe do a little star-gazing, and definitely a little shopping. So it’s sometimes strange to be here in the middle of the night, looking for clues to the secrets of life and death, and a chance to wonder at why we are all here. We also wonder sometimes what we are here for, and when the questions become too heavy, and when the night is too long, we remember how we dance, and we dance, at the edge of the water. This is the place where the sea and the sand meet. In other times and other realms, there are stories about the marriage here, and how they can no longer be together because they destroy each other.
It’s a hard lesson for the middle of the night, in winter, when there are no new birds yet to come calling to us and wake us out of our dreams. Sleeping on the beach is a thing of the past, and today the hotels in Santa Monica are close enough to every direction we need to go. We come here to enjoy the sun and the mystery, and sometimes we, too, go shopping. We buy belts, we buy purses, we buy jewelry made of shells because someone say there are authentic and we think that’s so charming. We drink chai on the sidewalk and we listen to Najite Olokun Prophecy, because of the connection to the mother and the father.
Sometimes the mysteries are large, like a woman who disappears when she tries to leave the ground and touch sky, and a plane is found. Sometimes the mysteries are much softer and simpler. We wonder about the meaning of things, but we also sometimes wonder what the skin is asking for, and the answers are always different, and always the same motion toward eternity.
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