It just goes to show, as a rock or an island, people are needed to land and drop lights. They are not needed to bulwark up the banks. Erosion isn’t all bad. It softens and creates. As a couple of good friends have told me in the past, tears are unnecessary. They do nothing other than make your face wet and your eyes hurt. They are about as useful as my throwing rocks into rolling waves. And they use a lot of tissue!
No matter how stressful it is, I don’t want to leave here. I don’t want to go back to Oregon. I’d be just as alone and I’d worry so much about how mum was doing. I reckon, what will be, will be on this rock of an island no matter where it happens to reside.