When I am here I cannot resist going down to the beach early to see the dawning, to be inside it as it happens. The ocean transforms herself daily, hourly, and as the sun appears, I am transfixed by the light.
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16 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
I wasn’t always a morning person. These days I enjoy the dark quiet hours while the world awakens, when my thoughts are closer to the surface and I listen to their wisdom.
07 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
Watching them, I remember. The push-pull of the waves receeding past your feet; the icy-cold numbness because you wanted to jump one more wave, and then one more; the screams; the laughter; the racing back for your towel, to sit in the sun and warm up. A day at the beach is childhood.
04 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
Yesterday we went to the cemetery, as we do several times a year, to visit, to remember, to place stones on the graves of ancestors and friends. Since this family has spent generations by the sea, we bring beach stones to mark our presence here. Anyone who sees them knows that these people reside in the hearts of their descendents forever.
24 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
Disappointment has two sides, doesn’t it? I wanted to go with them but knew it would be too much for me. I had been looking forward to the smell of the ocean as we explored the island’s windy scape. I wanted to see the mainland from miles at sea, accompanied by gulls screaming overhead. I just wasn’t ready to be away from home for an entire day.
While they were gone I drew in my sketchbook, read a book about knitting socks while walking through the Scottish Highlands, took a nap with Sammy, and sat on the porch watching a downpour. Each moment glistens in its own way, and I saw. The quiet helped me see that each moment is worthy of cherishing whether something spectacular is happening, or something simple is unfolding in front of me in its own time. Simple pleasures.
14 Jul 2016 4 Comments
Out for an evening paddle, I saw this beauty. Old summer cottages, I remember it so well. The musty-sweet scent of last summer that lingers on towels and wicker chair cushions. The lone dish rag still pinned to the porch clothesline. The ancient pepper tin rust-ringed on the unpainted kitchen shelf. We ate lunch from mismatched plates on the porch table, and raced down to the beach dragging a towel behind our skipping feet. My summers were spent at the ocean, and I see that lake cottages hold the same memories: summer shadows, cool mornings, and evenings playing board games on the porch.
12 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
It is my favorite time of day. Singular, quiet, peaceful. Awakened by birdsong, moving slowly through the first moments of the day, it is my centering practice.
09 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
The sun is always there, even on a cloudy day. Peace is always within us even when life look bleak or scary. This ocean and this beach have been my life companions. I grew up here, my grandmother baked here, my grandfather sold real estate here, my mother and her sisters courted here. My grandchildren play here amongst their ancestor’s breath and memory, and now, we sit and watch the sea together, wrapped in generations of love, here.
22 Jul 2014 2 Comments
It’s kidney time again, which means two of the grandkids are here for 8 weeks. It’s a crazy, wild and amazing time for us, so, I like to share a bit. So far, we’ve been creating
Eating ice cream
And hanging out at the beach.
G and I built a teepee
And Sasha’s been keeping the boy’s booster seat warm on the way home from dropping him at circus camp
Apparently she’s discovered the great advantage of being higher too! They love each other
I’ve been working on Scotland plans, and knitting socks!
And drawing facws
I must get a move on with the two-color tank top or it will be too late to wear it!