...thursday on vacation
God morning on Thursday.
Mists, rising off of the marshes and the cries of the loons greeted me today. We got a great deal done yesterday; the new gutters are up on both sides of this tiny little house. Polly claims that I did two days worth of work but that simply isn’t true. I figured out that I would need that time for other things today, so simply finished the project!
Today, Dana and Valerie arrive for a day-trip visit. I expect to eat more lobster and perhaps to go for a sail. Maybe we’ll try to hike to Ship’s Cove and (they can) go for a swim in the Cold Atlantic, but that is probably too much to try and squeeze into a one day visit. The whole purpose of this island would seem to be to relax and reconnect; to re-learn the values of what is really precious in this life. We’ll take the visit a moment at a time.
Tomorrow, back to the mainland and the expected reunion with my stepmother, Eve. I haven’t actually seen Eve in perhaps twenty or more years. We have made much progress in our relationship (or, rather, our non-existent relationship) over the past year as I have re-discovered more and more about myself. As I have allowed God to enter and participate in my life, I have also been able to change, grow, and accept myself for who and what I am. Accepting those around me now becomes so much more rewarding. Acceptance is not always easier, but necessary and then something else,- something better. I am truly looking forward to this visit. Dad and Eve were married for, I guess, thirty or thirty-five years before he died. Eve and I were never able to connect as "mother and son". Perhaps we never will but, we can be at least friends – maybe. I have the feeling that it’s my call – with no expectations as to the response.
What a beautiful morning. I’m listening to Iz as I write. The sun has reached a point where it now warms me. The dog is wandering about, trying to wake his master. The breeze is cool and refreshing. The world is waking. I am at peace…
Mists, rising off of the marshes and the cries of the loons greeted me today. We got a great deal done yesterday; the new gutters are up on both sides of this tiny little house. Polly claims that I did two days worth of work but that simply isn’t true. I figured out that I would need that time for other things today, so simply finished the project!
Today, Dana and Valerie arrive for a day-trip visit. I expect to eat more lobster and perhaps to go for a sail. Maybe we’ll try to hike to Ship’s Cove and (they can) go for a swim in the Cold Atlantic, but that is probably too much to try and squeeze into a one day visit. The whole purpose of this island would seem to be to relax and reconnect; to re-learn the values of what is really precious in this life. We’ll take the visit a moment at a time.
Tomorrow, back to the mainland and the expected reunion with my stepmother, Eve. I haven’t actually seen Eve in perhaps twenty or more years. We have made much progress in our relationship (or, rather, our non-existent relationship) over the past year as I have re-discovered more and more about myself. As I have allowed God to enter and participate in my life, I have also been able to change, grow, and accept myself for who and what I am. Accepting those around me now becomes so much more rewarding. Acceptance is not always easier, but necessary and then something else,- something better. I am truly looking forward to this visit. Dad and Eve were married for, I guess, thirty or thirty-five years before he died. Eve and I were never able to connect as "mother and son". Perhaps we never will but, we can be at least friends – maybe. I have the feeling that it’s my call – with no expectations as to the response.
What a beautiful morning. I’m listening to Iz as I write. The sun has reached a point where it now warms me. The dog is wandering about, trying to wake his master. The breeze is cool and refreshing. The world is waking. I am at peace…
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