It is December…and winter…here in the Lowcountry. The sea looks and smells different as the coastal currents that bring warm water near shore are replaced by colder winter currents. Storms whip the waves, and the beaches are quiet. A great time of year for long quiet walks and reflection.
The light is different…softer…muted. A lullaby for the passing of the year.
Winter passes, as winter must. January and February carry the heavier burden of the cold, but to December is given the darkness.
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.
it finally happened… the heat wave broke at last with a DELUGE of Biblical proportion last night followed by more abrupt heavy but short downpours today. The temperatures are down to a very comfortable 98 and the breeze coming in before the storms is wonderful!
I drove around some today…looking at houses. Trying to wrap my mind and emotions around the idea of selling my much loved little house on the island and getting a regular house half an hour or more inland. I don’t wantto move off the island. I don’t want to live inland. I like it where I am. I love the ocean breezes and the smell of pluff mud along the inlets or when I’m driving. I love that I can have palm trees and never worry about a cold snap/freeze. Love my lemon tree and my fig tree. My enormous magnolia and all my live oaks.
Sure I can get the oaks and the magnolia further away from the beach. I just don’t want to.
But I need to. At least I have finally made my peace with that half. I need to do this the way the gardens needed that rain. All the watering I was providing just wasn’t enough. They needed it to rain….and soak them down to the deepest levels of their being.
My kids need that now. More than I need my ocean… well, maybe not, LOL. But they are young and this is their time and I need to provide what they need. Like that rain. To fill them to the core of their being and help them grow.
So I looked. Nothing feels right. Nothing feels like ‘home’. I will figure out how to deal with that and pick the place that feels like home to them. And maybe, someday, when they are grown… I will find my home once more. And Red Dog and I will run the beach once more.
But for now…. we have RAIN! Let the dancing commence.
Today the daughter and I went to downtown Charleston and reveled once more in the small, cobbled backstreets, the beautiful old buildings, palm trees, green courtyards, wide porches, and smiling faces. Yep, the logo is right: Beautiful places, smiling faces. We tried out a new (to us) place to eat as it ranked high (#2!) on daughter’s celiac-friendly list. The Brown Dog Deli was adorable. A quaint little eatery tucked into one of the myriad old Broad Street buildings, with a wooden floor, cozy tables, wooden booths, and a tiny courtyard out back. It was cold inside, so we took our food out to the sunny courtyard. Just lovely. And yummy!
We drove out to Folly Beach, enjoying the sound of the gulls, the smell of the pluff mud as the tide went out, the boats rocking on the waves. We took a long stroll up the beach and smiled at the tourists splashing joyfully in the still frigid surf. Nope. Not these Southern girls. We waded up to our ankles when a wave reached us as we walked, that was the full extent of our venturing into the ocean. Brrrr. Collected lots of lovely bits of coral which I added to the bowl, and one larger piece for the table near the front door where we keep all the ‘treasures’ from countless visits.
Another gorgeous spring day here in the Lowcountry. May every day be so blessed.