My once small surf altar is growing. Perhaps that's why the surf gods have smiled on me of late. Okay, that and me making my Almond the sacrificial lamb for Wednesday's session.
I've collected rocks and shells from The Place Which Shall Remain Nameless, Rincon and a local beach break. I seem to be in no big hurry to stop the growth of the altar. I'm happy to keep adding to it. In fact, I may start another one in another corner of the Woman Cave. Who knows? All I know is this thing is kind of like one of those Zen sand gardens. I'm happy to quietly stare at my little altar when I take a break from my workout. Every once in awhile, I'll rearrange what's there. Generally, though, I leave it alone unless I'm bringing in more rocks from a recent session.
Yeah, I know I'm a little off.