Crashing Waves-Life in the Wind-Entering Provincetown Harbor

So it is here smelling the same air and watching the same sea as they did so long ago....rocking so badly that paper and pen seperate like lovers during a drunken arguement..It is here one can share O'Neill's "saint's vision"seen so rarely any of us. It is here the words of Amanda Wingfield blend as one with that of Mary Tyrone...it is here that writers write, painters paint and true vision is found..God's vision...God's plan..it is why one must crash through the yearly waves aboard a rocking ferry to follow the sirens to the shore...navigating through the churning water of one's life. It is why no matter how old or sick or well you happen to be....one has to return over and over to be part of that truth..the truth inside us all...the truth that is life. This place of light and inspiration allows you to delve into your own darkness and light....and through that...create. Sunrise over the harbor now....the new day begins.