IDEAS come in waves. Wind carries away the mist across my face, up over the sandy bar and off somewhere close by the turtle nests, the scrub, the curving trace of sierras. As far as I can see north 10 miles and south the same is only me. I feel the joy of whales mating and giving birth beside the shore, right beside me and if I listen past the pounding surf I can hear them breathe. I open my arms to the sea and the bluest sky around me, stretch my heart to the Tropic of Cancer and send up a prayer for my friends and me for peace, health and happiness. I take my idea back to my travelling studio and sit with it awhile as the cars pass under my patio, this heated Mexican day./MoonWynd 2012-stream-of-consciousness…