Of course I looked forward to being so close to the ocean beach. The house was set back from the water and in a declivity. All you could see from the house were sand dunes. I had to walk to the top of the dune for the view. Through these waters my ancestors sailed on the Mayflower. Hello Richard Warren.
Every morning dawn greeted me from the east. And sunset from the west although I took no photos or if I did they look much like sunrise. LOL.
This brief story makes it sound like a heavenly journey. But at one point I wrote in my journal-- is this a vision quest or the journey from hell? I have not related the several physical trauma's I experienced while at the shack. Or the several insights. I left totally exhausted and remained so for three weeks. I am just recovering my equilibrium now that I am back home. I plan to write a short memoir in which I will describe in depth more of what I experienced.