Dear chosen Family,

I wanted to share one of Alex’s amazing, poetic word paintings with you all again that he wrote about us and a time in Yachat’s. Beth, Naomi and I read it yesterday as we spent the day mourning, remembering, celebrating and loving Alex. He was a true light in this world and I know we all loved him very much. I love you all and am so glad that he was part of our family.

Robyn

Bareback, barefoot, and bare-assed, we rode the wild sea serpent of Yachats Town.  We, me, us, you, a chosen family, an octet of great kind:  Beth Ann, siren and captain on front to spot spouting whales and angel flights, Gabe Mark sitting second singing wild with winged seagulls holding their hover in the strong north wind, Robyn Meyer calm, communicating a story of change with the sand-soaked clams, Alex Zander illuminating the misted silohuette of Whyte Nynsha, Pete Howard satisfying the hungry calls with pans wide and saffron threads of gold, Amy Kathleen translated ancient messages of lost Atlantis’ deep, Naomi Folsom fearless flowing on the foam of incoming tides and outgoing clouds, and on the tip of the tail, Sir Chad Knight valiantly scanning the west horizon for manta rays and sunset rays.  We ran the beach like sun-fed angels and dense duff dinosaur trails as human sized raindrops tumbling down our colorful path of laughter, sweat, smiles, and pee-pee.  Bodies became sponges, hearts became sieves, our post hot tub baptisms leaving the rough waves to swallow those things we could not.  Each moment brought changes in light, tide, wind, and sky, calling us to dance with our hearts’ every beat.  The serpent’s sinuous path led us, and on occasion we led him, to the warmth of a fire and the friends who kept it glowing.  Wind, water, sun, sand, and the slow crescendo of each mid-day tide filled our hearts, creatures of the ocean filled our stomachs.  We taught the solitary serpent that each day will bring rain and sun.  If there is love, the sun and the rain will harmonize, a duet, to create a magnificent arc of color and strength.  The serpent along now we ride as a family of nine, barefoot, bare-assed, and bare-faced eyes closed into this rushing wind.  Sliding up, over, and down, like the course of each tide, each wave, we ride the rainbow over the infinite land of color and light. As space travelers and aqua-nauts we have much more to explore, so whatever the weather, together or alone, trust the sea serpent’s first words as we climbed on his back, “We don’t need feet to get where we’re going!”

Thanks to you all for a great time and a nice mini-vacation.  Reckon it’d be wise to do it again sometime in the next couple months.  

Aloha, means hello, goodbye, and I love you.

Enjoy the blustery Aloha Friday!

-Alex