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Cold Winds and Other Facts of Coastal Life
Originally published on March 28, 2010
Despite all the modern technology available to me, checking the weather in my chosen destination is always an afterthought. Where's my Girl Scout training when I need it? Where is common sense? I packed short sleeves, sandals, cropped pants and one flimsy sweater. I own a yarn shop, for goodness sakes; sweaters abound in my closet. Socks? I have color coordinated socks for all possible ensembles, but did they find their way here? Nope.
I have made the best of the situation. Thanks to my romantic nature and years of watching television commercials, I have always loved the idea of sitting outside on a cold day, bundled up in a blanket, sipping a cup of coffee. So, here I am on the porch of my seaside cottage, covered with a colorful quilt, enjoying that cup of coffee, while recording this latest adventure.
Nothing profound is running through my mind this morning. I am relaxed and have let the cares of the real world slip into oblivion.
I miss Cleo. People walk their dogs on the beach and along the coast road. Cleo would love it here. As I consider the upcoming phases of my life I struggle with the issue of pets. Both Cleo and Munchkin are getting on in years. I dread the day when one of them dies leaving the other alone. They truly are our Garfield and Odie. Due to my desire to travel, I have been hesitant about getting another dog. It just takes more effort to make arrangements for a dog than for a cat. Then the issue of, will we really travel or is it just a fantasy? I fantasize a lot - which comes to no surprise to those who know me well. I live in a pretend, "I wish this were my life" world so much that I think I miss the here and now of my real life.
But, once again, I digress.
I have always had a dog and cannot imagine life without the love and entertainment they bring. With the exception of our lab, Sadie, we have had strays. My husband swears that I have a homing device understood only by helpless dogs and cats looking for a warm place to sleep and plenty of love. I choose to think that the animals I have brought home are the ones meant for us to own. Rationalization again? Probably, but that is my story and I am sticking to it.
The romance is wearing off; I can't feel my toes. The view of the bay will be quite lovely from the couch, inside the cottage.
Restoration Of The Soul
Originally published on March 27, 2010
There is a gentle breeze flowing up from the waters of Little Bay. The sounds of gulls and other sea birds mix with the mockingbirds constant chatter making even the drone of cars moving along Fulton Beach Road bearable.
I don't believe in reincarnation - God put me here at this particular time and for a particular purpose and when that is done I will return to Him - if there were such a thing, however, could I please be a bird? Birds, to me, represent ultimate freedom. They just pick up and go where they want to go; people are fascinated by them, in fact there is an entire industry devoted to watching birds. I want to be a bird. But not just any bird. You see, I am not a preditor by nature. I admire hawks, owls, and eagles but I don't want to be one. I think being a sparrow would be fun: they are cute and people like to feed them. That appeals to me. But, oh, to be a seagull....to live life on the coast; feasting from the bounty of the sea, and occasionally snatching food from unsuspecting humans. What a life that would be!
I feel the cup of my life refilling as I breathe in the ocean air.
There is a heron slowly walking through the shallow water. I can't tell what it is moving towards, but it is gracefully moving - almost floating - towards a specific destination. Maybe I should be an heron?
But I digress....
When I am in this kind of environment I become reflective. I have the time to sit and ponder the bigger issues of life. Isn't it amazingly easy to get caught up in the day to day stuff? I know I do. Day in and day out I get up and meet the obligations of the day, of my family, of my business, and at the end of all that I wonder about me. What happened to me during the day? As selfish as this sounds I don't think we are meant to totally sacrifice our spirit for the sake of daily life. My cup is empty.
I have felt God reaching out to me for some time. For reasons that are not worth discussing here I have pulled back. Maybe it is the fact that this coming week is Holy Week, for me, the most sacred week of the year; maybe it is that He let me go until I was drained and had no place else to go except back home to Him. That is the way God works. He doesn't force Himself on us. We are to come to Him. He is always there, waiting, and waiting, and waiting even longer for His children to come home.
Home...it is so good to be home.
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