I think it was the beach that measured my thoughts today. Distracted, overly-busy, totally unfocused in my mad dash to get everything done for everyone, crazy thoughts danced through my mind carried on the salt-scented breeze. A storm was blowing in; billowing pillows of deepening grey swept across the bright blue of autumn’s skies…and the gusting winds danced to the ocean’s song.
I know that melody. I dance to it often; usually alone, in quiet places or in the dark, with only the waves to waltz with me. Today they brought me a companion…or perhaps ‘returned to me’ is more accurate. After all, he and I knew each other well a few years ago, when I was writing his story. Today the storms and the sea and the smell of rain from the ocean brought back those memories…of manatees, sea lions, and my hero from the sea. I think he is ready to return and let me try to finish what we began.
Got a good soaking in the rain while happily distracted with figuring out plot points and changes needed to bring it all together. Got the Miata cleaned up from its adventure with the storm ditch. When you’re already wet, a little storm doesn’t much matter.
Tomorrow he and I will meet on the page once more. So excited to return to my master of the flute, driftwood, and the sea.
Change is coming. I can feel it in the air. Hear it in the breeze.
So close and real it is palpable. As if, if I knew the exact moment, I could reach out and grasp it…
…like the moon…
The Full Flower Moon is upon us. Smiling from a star-filled sky. It is a most appropriate name this time of year. Even more so, it seems, this year. The air is perfumed with magnolia and jasmine, wisteria, roses, and sweet tea olive.
Things are changing. Something new appears each day. New butterflies join with newly opened blossoms.
New migratory birds drop by to add their beauty and song to the spring chorus.
Much is the same as ever it has been. Frog songs. Spanish moss festooning the ancient live oaks. The beauty of a new full moon shimmering over a peaceful sea.
Some things change. This Flower Moon sings a new song and leaves me wondering what this change brings.
My friend, Melodye Shore, is quite the Renaissance woman… a gifted writer, an amazing photographer, a friend to bees, hummingbird ‘whisperer’, and now a budding expert on the intertidal zone, tidal pools and their amazing inhabitants.
So imagine my delight tonight when, in my usual eclectic way, I was perusing all the weird and widely divergent things that amaze and delight me…and here was this fascinating article on a critter from her neck of the woods… the lovely Lined Shore Crab.
Immediately I thought of Melodye…and how magical such small places as our tidal pools are…on her western shore or here on the shores of the Lowcountry, or in other countries around this tiny blue world of ours. So much precious life. So much we don’t yet understand. So much magic to be lost if we don’t protect it fiercely.
I vote for magic. The more we can find and share… the richer our world….and our lives….become.
So happy to see June arrive! SUMMER in all its glory. I have been working my butt off around the house…. dang! there was a lot of spring cleaning to get done! But the end result is worth every agonizing night of aching muscles.
In the midst of my mad cleaning.. which lasted from daylight till 1 or 2 in the morning each day…I totally forgot the Fantasy Friday post. I am ashamed.
I shall attempt to make up for it with a Magical Monday!
This one reminds me of dear Inithwyn…. and this amazing man and the magic of the flame