Writing, for me, is a combination of heart and head put to paper. Finding the right words to express what my heart feels is always a struggle. There are times that the words come freely and easily taking their places on the page, sentences flowing across the sheet creating descriptions that take readers to new places, thoughts, and feelings. Other times the words sit at the spot between heart, head, and fingertips refusing to flow, dammed behind a logjam of unconnected ideas.

Overwhelmed by the beauty of Ecola State Park, my first thought was to write about it, the struggle for words began. How do you possibly describe the beauty of our natural world?

The informational board at Ecola tells us this was once a homestead, donated to the State of Oregon and preserved for all to enjoy. A young boy commented to his Dad he was glad no one lived there, his Dad replying with “it’s sacred” and agreed with his son.

Still at a loss for words, Ecola State Park, in pictures.

3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Gail Watson on February 27, 2012 at 10:20 pm

    In the mid to late 1960’s, I drove to the coast (Canon Beach) a lot. Canon Beach at that time was a sleepy coastal town with a strong art community, very different from what it is today. Ecola State Park was a place where I spent a lot of time. I know what you man about it’s special quality. I’m glad to know it’s still that way.


  2. Posted by Marcy Apple on February 27, 2012 at 10:49 pm

    Sacred is a wonderful term to use. Short Sands, is one of my”sacred ” places. Just down the road from Cannon Beach


  3. Wonderfully honest and nicely put! I can hear the waves…


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