29 April 2007

Surf City, USA


If images of famous California surf songs come to your mind when seeing Huntington Beach, you are right on target. Surfing, USA!!! Places like Huntington Beach is exactly what inspired the Beach Boys. Little did I know that they actually hold some of the pro/am surfing competitions. Will return just for the thrill of seeing some of the world's champions on surfboards. That's in June.
I arrived bright and early, 0700 hours. The best way to really get out and explore the LA area and the vicinity. It was a beautiful grey morning with a bit of mist in the air coming off the ocean. People were already walking the boardwalk, getting set up for volleyball tournaments, artisans setting up booths for their artistry, and the local cafes filling in with folks: Sugar Shack Cafe was definitely the most popular eating vendor. Starbucks came in a running second.


And of course the surfing. People out and about with surfboards tagging under arms or doing the surf float waiting for the perfect wave. Black dots were plenty visible by the Huntington Beach Pier. Every so once in awhile a Black dot would rise from the grey water to glide on water and spume to merge back into the depths and await for the next ride. Surfing shops abound in all of the glory. And there is a Surf Hall of Fame stars along a part of the main street boardwalk.



But of course the main reason for my day of adventures was to visit the Bolsa Chica Ecological Preserve along the coast. A fellow ASU friend met me there and we watched the birds to see. Snowy egrets, great egrets, a snowy plover, curlews, sandpipers, grebes (at least four different species), cormorants, and more! This is a hot spot for migrating birds. So any birder would absolutely love to spend hours on ends in search for the rare sighting. And indeed my friend has a passion for birding so got the opportunity to hear about the more detailed species available than just the common names. I was able to say, "Oh, there is a curlew!" And I would get a response saying, "A long - billed Curlew." At least I am good at knowing the general species but not able to distinguish between different subspecies. For an amateur birder that is pretty good by my standards without any previous knowledge except the knowledge of birds through my parents. I guess I have learned a lot more on birds than I originally suspected.

So indeed are rare gems among the proliferating metropolis at large to be found. It is easy to forget there is country or smaller towns not too far away as the city landscape is seemingly miles on ends in all the four directions. So gems, I seek thee. To glory in all of your simplicity of beauty.

27 April 2007

Coastal Way


I stand before the threshold of the world.
Clothed only in the radiance of love that shines forth
as a beacon to lighten the way.
My only navigation;
The stars by night and sun by day.
Where will I rove?
I am a gipsy of the wayfaring spirit.
The journey unfolds:
One step,
Two steps.
Light of love brings forth sight onto the soil beneath my feet.
No present destination will ever be encountered.
Pathmaker's journey unfolds with each step.
Always a step into the unknown.
Step quietly,
Step mindfully.
Gipsy of the wayfaring spirit traverses far and wide
for there is no destination.
Only destination is found within my heart.
Love is the life of my breath
and sustains my spirit for eternity.
I wrote this poem back in the spring of 2005 when I felt a great change in my life. It was subtle but my perception had changed... a change deep down within me. And so thus, began the new journey. A milestone in my life marked. And when I look back on the last two years, with my experiences and the people I have met, the fond friends I have, the steadfast love of family, the poem is so true to my heart.
And here I find myself presently in Hawthorne (Los Angeles), California. With the picture I had posted above taken at Portuguese Point at Abalone Shoreline Cove on the Palos Verdes Peninsula, I am not surprised to find that my present journey has led me here. I have passion for the sea, the coastal ways. I am not much of a seafaring person to sail the open waters but perhaps more of the landbound with a view overlooking the vast blue. There is something so calming, so peaceful of wild places where the water and land meet. And of course I love to beachcomb. So any beaches that offer treasures of rocks, shells, driftwood, captures my imagination. And of course, the rarer treasures that wash upon the shore... like the glass floats from fishing nets that come across the miles from areas like Japan or the bottles of different sizes and colors (but will as one of my favorite childhood books, Do Not Open, teaches... do not open tightly closed, dark bottles). :)
And thus, conclude with my mom's favorite poem Sea-Fever.

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
John Masefield