Happy birthday, sister!
Photocredit::Sara Curran
Its my name: Marisa means "of the sea". I suppose it is suiting. I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and other pieces of my day. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.
Ask me anything
April 18, 2013
March 4, 2013
February 14, 2013
February 12, 2013
October 25, 2012
September 29, 2012
Sometimes I get an ache of wanderlust, but I love where I live.
(Source: youngthegiant, via s-t-o-k-e)
September 9, 2012
September 4, 2012
March 18, 2012
March 9, 2012
March 7, 2012
March 3, 2012
It is wonderful to be home. Staycation some people call it. A road trip home, showing my San Diego friends the great South Bay tour, visiting dear old friends and hanging with my family (like my lovely sister pictured here). I can feel myself spreading out: I am not longer just from L.A. I am also not just from San Diego. Neither do I think my roots will stop there. I can feel life shifting, growing and extending. My flowers here are drying out, creating new seeds, almost ready to fly to someplace new. For now it is good to be home, in anticipation of the wind coming to carry me away.
