Calling Me Home

Calling Me Home

Waves rolling in,

reaching

out,

reaching

in.

Flooding The empty places

in my heart.

Washing them clean.

Filling them with life

and disire.

Time is

running.

out,

running back.

Full again.

The crests of the waves

fill my soul.

I am home.

Marrianne (written while staying at the BillowHouse November ~2011

Summer seems to have arrived rather quickly here in Ocean Park, after weeks of rain and cloudy weather. Many folks were in the park for the Memorial Day weekend. Good news for BillowHouse is that we have placed number two out of the ten most cozy beach places in the U.S.