After pitching a tent in a grove of Eucalyptus Trees along the Elkhorn Slough of the Pacific Coast Highway just outside of Moss Landing – there’s a video somewhere about it- , a song got caught in my head and like some things on our journey, I didn’t understand its significance at that moment.
Invariably life is reduced down to one step, one song, one mile, one moment, and even just a snuggle, all of which inspire us. To keep going.
The more ironical thing is – I’m not sure if I ever heard this song before the slough so why did it resound relentlessly in my tent that night?
Maybe the love of a child never needs a rationalization no matter the kind and that’s the message.
Does Anything Else Matter?