Several years ago, I sketched an idea for a space by the ocean, something I imagined building later in life during my coastal grandma era. I set it aside and tried to forget about it. But recently the pieces aligned in a way I couldn’t ignore, and now I’m making it real. It’ll be a little spot on the coast off Highway 1, not far from SFO. In many ways, this project is a physical container of my heart and soul. I’ve found myself gravitating to Farcaster while shaping this idea, quietly inspired by the creativity and positivity here more than anywhere else online. I like: coffee/tea chats, surfing, trails, design, learning how things work (catch me at the factory tour), travel (husband’s a commercial airline pilot—feel free to send your flight q’s), and playing music. I’ve been lurking a while and finally posting. Big thanks to @linda for being so welcoming. It was the extra push I needed. Grateful for this community and looking forward to being more active. I think I like it here 👉👈
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In personal news, we’re moving to Marin this month. I’m bringing /thenextwave up north as well and excited for a change in scenery. Will share more about that soon. For those who have visited the studio in Pacifica, it’ll be available as a commercial lease starting in March. Let me know if you’re interested. :) I’ll miss the wild mood swings of the Pacific Ocean, but looking forward to the peace and space of Mount Tam. Still won’t be too far from the water. The other day in Tomales Bay -
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There’s a chicken on the loose in the neighborhood lately that people have been trying to catch for weeks. It’s friendly but evasive. Apparently it escaped from someone’s coop. In most places, a free-roaming chicken would be unremarkable, but people here are invested in catching it. I see it on my walks at sunset and am rooting for it. We have coyotes, bobcats, mountain lions, and hawks out here. It’s very impressive that it’s still alive. I can’t help but wonder how much it must enjoy its new, wild life in the hills and on the coast, watching the sun rise and set every day. Maybe it’s blissfully unaware of the dangers, maybe it misses the safety of the coop. Only the chicken knows. On a related note, I have a friend who’s a veteran and used to work at Lockheed Martin. He made a big career pivot recently to start an egg-farm operation with his wife and three kids in North Carolina. They have over 100 chickens now, and he says he has never felt happier and freer.
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