Montauk, place of fulfillment.

Being a transplant from the east coast...it is hard for me to find a place where nature can wrap around me and heal me when I am wounded.....

In the past eastern Long Islands Montauk Point has been my comfort...

The Atlantic Ocean wraps itself around the Island often crashing in violent smashing. Throwing sea water and salt spray high into the air reaching the cliffs standing before the light house...To stand in this fury is such a release, an inner release.....feeling the salt spray soaking my skin, I am reminded that I am a part of this Ocean, of this world, I feel so small alone at the same time so large , a piece of the whole, of the sea. The sea that evaporates into the air, becoming the very clouds in the sky.....I feel the human connection to the universe, the connection to you, to the whole...we are as one....kindred

The miracle of Montauk, place of fulfillment, every year when I bring my three sons, they stand silently, absorbing the miricle, transformed, filled with peace, and again we become one with the universe....One with you....