It’s a beautiful Friday afternoon. I am watching the sun throw shadows across the marsh. Everything is bathed in its warm light including the few clouds moving to the east. It makes me so sleepy and relaxed. Our two dogs hold down opposite ends of the couch, curled up sleeping. The squirrels are running and…
“For the artist, there is no insignificant thing.” ― Marty Rubin There is a small wooded area on the island where we live. One of the last wooded spots that, through some miracle has escaped development. It’s not a beautiful spot, by most people’s standards. No creek or marsh, no great ocean view. Nothing of significance. But…
For a change, this morning my mind is blank. Empty. I think I am in that in between moment. Life Limbo… Between a week of vacation last week and a week ahead of normal everyday life. Between living in the moment and the reality of everyday life, full of to-do lists and appointments to keep.…
A long day spent out on the water is better than any day spent on land. Meandering through the creeks searching for fish that are hungry, is as good of an excuse as any to get out into the place we call home. The sound of the water. The tangy salty smell of the oyster…
There are few things that I truly miss from my childhood. Looking back, I can recall just as many troubling times as I can recall good ones. But often, something I see or hear triggers a safe and happy feeling and I go right back to being a kid for a moment. I was reading…
The squirrels are busy this morning. Running and jumping through the tree limbs beside the porch as if auditioning for the circus. Tybee, my dog, and I are wondering what they know that we do not. She is as upset by their activity, as she is intrigued. The crashing sound is amazingly loud for critters…
The owls are back. I heard them calling last night. Half asleep, half awake … that in between place where you aren’t sure if you are awake or dreaming, I heard them calling to each other. The owls always quiet down as daybreak approaches, nestling down in their pine trees as the sky lightens from…
Convoluted. Complicated. Complex. Confusing. Cumbersome. Everything but easy. That is how this year so far has played out. As soon as I get one situation under control with my mother, three more pop up to take its place. It has been disheartening and oh, so difficult and my brain and spirit are feeling the effects…
“The work of belonging to a place is never finished”Scott Russell Sanders It’s so easy to fall in love with summer. Summer is gloriously seductive… full of bright sunshine that sizzles on your skin, warm breezes that wrap themselves around you, dazzling blue skies, big puffy white clouds and bright green grasses. Everything in the…
It’s been a long time since my last post…. That sounds similar to a confession. And maybe it is. Part confession, part apology, part excuse. Although I have had many things to write about since August when I last posted, I haven’t been able to put my fingers on the keyboard and write. I most…
I write a lot about my mom. She occupies a big space in my life now. It’s as if we have returned to childhood, the time when your parents are the biggest people in your life, but this time with a twist. She needs me now as I needed her as a child. But today…
“It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.” ― George Harrison A…
“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.” ― Cassandra Clare Yesterday, my mother did not know me. Such a torrent of emotion in those seven little words. It was…