Quickie: Morro Bay
With a picnic lunch of brie, bagette, fresh fruit and salami (from a kick ass deli in Shell Beach which pregnancy mind has erased the name) we stopped in Morro Bay to snack and find Moonstone Beach. I think we found Moonstone Beach, but apparently the moonstones were a hot commodity and they’ve all been snatched up.
Enter Morro Bay.
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Steps down to Moonstone Beach.
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Mia found this "sea noddle" and dragged it around for 15 minutes like it was a pet, running with it and leaping over it.
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Sula just kicked it in the sand, talking to herself and to who knows else, totally enthralled with fingering the sand and laying back in it, letting the sun warm her brown face. Everyday she grows into this girl, further from my baby and closer to a person I am just so thankful to spend time with. Curious. Patient. Strong. Playful.
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I am getting big. I feel huge. Massive. Baby rolls and turns and flips in me on schedule right before the sun rises and again while I lie in bed trying to go to sleep. All day, baby chills out and sleeps, or maybe just listens for it’s families laughs and squeals and stories; quiet and enthralled with us. My skin stretches; tightening and changing colors. My ass jiggles and my thighs now touch. But let me just say that there is nothing like being pregnant spending everyday letting the salty air clean my soul. Although I haven’t officially showered with soap in 4 days, I feel cleaner than I have felt in years. My hair is getting some bounce back, wavy and springing up and down. The dried ends seem to have repaired and my cracked feet have been pumiced by sand. So different is the sand here from the desert town I just left, there it is old and fine, dust-like. In Zion is was thick, like powder, perfect for making face-masks with. In southern Cali its your typical beach sand, but here, as we head on up, it becomes more like small, bit size stones, and when examined closely, the hold every color of the rainbow in their granules.
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These trees grow all over the coast. They are whimsical and silly, yet so serious and zen. A fairy meets satori.
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You look AMAZING. I’m so enjoying following your travel journey. Your pictures are beautiful.
Comment by Ninotchka — October 18, 2007 @ 12:57 pm
So beautiful. Thanks for sharing your journey.
Comment by Beth — October 18, 2007 @ 10:43 pm
Living through your words and pictures and falling more in love every time.
Yes, I miss you. Terribly. And I read and see these images and can’t help but melt into your happiness.
But I ain’t gonna lie…I can’t wait to see you again.
xoxo
Comment by Leigh — October 19, 2007 @ 4:29 am
oh, thank-you so much for continuing to post and allowing me vicariously live through you as you travel and roam.
Stunning photos and I love seeing your belly get all ripe and big.
You look happy.
love you.
Comment by bella — October 19, 2007 @ 12:55 pm
I’m thrilled that you are chronicaling (word?), memorializing, your journey. I mean really, really excited like it’s the new Harry Potter book on sale at 12:01 and I”m the first one in line. I love you and your family so much. I will meet you next in the mist. Love and passion, C
Comment by Courtney Alban — October 19, 2007 @ 9:30 pm
mb - i miss you with such intensity, but reading your words, hearing your voice through your writing…and seeing your amazing, amazing photos - it’s like a balm to my soul. but oh - how I feel the loss of your nearness. Like Leigh, I cannot wait to see you, hold you, hear you again.
blessings my friend.
Comment by Jeanettte — October 20, 2007 @ 3:06 pm
Mb, your writing is amazing, gorgeous, pure, full with warmly rounded curves, so close to nature - just like your travel and your family. Again, thank you for sharing. I so much enjoy feeling involved in all beauty you live.
Comment by Sanne — October 20, 2007 @ 5:21 pm
These photos are GORGEOUS! Thanks for letting us come with you on your journey northward…
Comment by Sarah Jane Rhee — October 25, 2007 @ 6:11 pm