Me, eating an egg McMuffin, at the beach, in my car, alone, on a Saturday afternoon. This instance of peace and luxury thanks to a fine young man called The Babysitter.
Me, eating an egg McMuffin, at the beach, in my car, alone, on a Saturday afternoon. This instance of peace and luxury thanks to a fine young man called The Babysitter.
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My mother is visiting from North Carolina, so I thought we'd do a hike that's been on my list for a year. Ebey's Landing on Whidbey Island. It was gorgeous! Totally worth it, to me. For mom... a little too strenuous and brisk. I'm sympathetic. I find that much of my life, these days, is a little too strenuous and brisk. My days are exhausting and I experience physical and emotional pain regularly. But on this hike - I felt free. Little N and I took the lead on a narrow, muddy trail along the bluff and down to the ocean. The views were bright and expansive. The air was fresh and blustery. The sun and sea gleamed. Sigh.
A gorgeous, early, foggy morning at the beach. This place has been such a comfort to me through the last year of transitions. From bringing Little N here last summer as we prepared for his dad to move out, to quick stops to collect myself after work, to quiet strolls during my weekend hours alone. As the transitions continue, and new ones rise in my horizon, I am grateful for this lovely place, in sunshine and in fog. Stay tuned for what I hope will be a very happy announcement, and a new phase of transition, in the near future!
- this Brought to me by this - Oh, I'd forgotten the freedom and immediacy, the speedy access to things I love, that only a car can provide! Here it is Mother's Day morning, Little N is with his dad, and I am spontaneously slipping into my car (MY CAR) and driving down to the beach for some blessed, beautiful, salty breeze, sandy toes, cold coffee and a cigarette time at the beach, alone. Last summer the beach meant solace from a loveless, downward spiraling, riddled with incompatibilities, the end-is-near marriage. Little N could play freely and safely along the shore. I would finally feel my lungs open wide with deep breaths of ocean air and I'd relax. Life simplified to the rhythm of the waves and the call of the gulls.
This summer I hope for some of that same simplicity, comfort, and joy that only hours at the beach gives me and Little N. While the divorce is still in process, a new beginning is already progressing and it should be baptized with sand and waves and child's play. All this via a sweet little 2000 Toyota Corolla that another family didn't need anymore for their adventures. Now it and its new adventures are ours. |
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