You get so caught up in the day to day.

and you know it’s time you got away,

so start rolling along down the highway…

Down Highway 1,

to Pescadero,

You never think about it,

but it’s always been there-oh.

[It’s no big deal–

just a few shops,

a couple churches,

and live outdoor music]

“What a pleasant surprise,”

as your mood starts to rise.


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Dead Crabs at Linda Mar Beach

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One of my favorite places to go for a brief get-away from the city is Linda Mar Beach in Pacifica. At the north end are rocks where, at low tide, you can see living starfish, mussels, sea urchins, pretty mother-of pearl shells, olive shells, limpets, and tons of tiny little hermit crabs running around in other creatures’ shells. On our beach strolls, my family and I have often seen crab fishermen posted right along the beach, with their lines in the surf, fishing for Dungeness crabs. If they are under a certain size, they throw them back into the water, because there is a legal size limit to what they can take. It’s not uncommon to see one or two dead crabs along the shore, who, for whatever reason, did not make it back into the water.

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IMG_3700But last week, while tide-pooling among the rocks, my daughter and I noticed a dead crab sitting on a rock. It was about 5 inches wide, and had probably been placed there by another beach comber who had found it on the ground. Then, as we started to search for the familiar tide-pool denizens, I noticed another, smaller, dead crab, floating in a tide pool, missing a leg. How sad, I thought. Then my daughter told me that there were a whole bunch of crabs in another tide pool. I went to look, expecting to see hermit crabs, but instead, I was shocked to find dozens of dead Dungeness debris littering the tide.

The other animals seemed alright (except for a IMG_3703maroonish piece of what looked like dead jellyfish that sat on a rock). I saw a part of what looked like a pink star, partly obscured, under a rock. I was heartened to find myriads of my little hermit crab buddies scurrying around in the shallow pools. Lots of opened small mussel shells, iridescent blue and pink inside, evidenced that the seagulls had been eating well.

I am still mystified about the preponderance of crab remains… was there a bumper crop of them that had been frenziedly fished, the plentiful rejects left for the gulls? Or is there something in the water that is toxic to them, killing them off by the dozens?

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Synchronicity & The America’s Cup


OK, I blogged about synchronicity recently with regard to the International Space Station (see Spacemen in my Backyard), but I didn’t really define it. I’m not going to go look it up in the dictionary right now (but feel free, if you want to); instead I will describe what that term means to me. It means being so in tune with the time/space/eventuality continuum that, instead of planning for things ahead of time, things just seem to happen for you at the right moment. Just what you want/need/have been hoping for, falls into your lap, or presents itself, without any outward effort on your part.*(See metaphysical footnote, below.)

A close relative once said that our family is blessed with this kind of coincidental serendipity, almost as if it were a supernatural gift. That family member labeled this charactieristic “intuition.” It is knowing without measuring, arriving without planning, obtaining without struggling. It is the ability to materialize what you need when you need it, like good “parking karma” in a congested urban environment. My rationalization is that it derives from a state of openness and listening, a state I like to call being “centered.”

It’s useful to have good intuition, especially if you don’t have a lot of money or time to waste. It’s nice to be at the right place at the right time to get bargains on the food and other things you need, to get free tickets to Giants games or symphony concerts, to have friends who can fix your car or your house for a reasonable price. My family is blessed with these things. So even if we can’t afford luxuries like cable TV, we get by with good intuition, parking karma, and a little help from our friends.

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