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Aug30

The Sand, Stones, Shells, and Lighthouses

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The Sand, Stones, Shells, and Lighthouses

Every season asks us to let go of something, and every season asks us to love something new. I think especially during a vacation season. A little book I read a couple of times over the years, Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh has come to mind over this summer. The wife of famous Charles Lindbergh wrote this while staying on a small island for several days, a reprieve from the hustle and bustle of her busy public and private life. Mrs. Lindbergh writes what the island and shells taught her. “Island-precepts … signposts toward another way of living … Simplicity…balance …work… space…time…closeness…life of the spirit, creative life and life of human relationships. A few shells. Island living has been a lens … I must remember to see with island eyes. The shells … must be my island eyes.” I hope to capture these precepts in the days to come after the relaxing during lake views a few days away from my hustle and bustle.

Just a few days away to Lake Michigan presented much needed, new scenery. Dean and I visited several sandy beaches from the northern tip of Indiana into southern Michigan. Beautiful stones of varied colors, some marbled or dotted with granite or other minerals were at one of the beaches. The persistent powerful waves of the lake, its ebb and flow over many seasons make these stones smooth. One particular white one is now my stress release stone for my fingers. I also brought back only two shells as they are rare to find on these well walked beaches. These shells are tiny with one having moss or seaweed attached to it. They have made their new home in our bathroom inside a dish with other shells we collected during previous vacations.

“Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.” ~ Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

Dean and I visited the old lighthouse museum in Michigan City, Indiana. We learned about a woman by the name of Harriet Colfax who was the lighthouse keeper in that town for 43 years. She was commissioned by Abraham Lincoln to serve there. What adventures and sleepless nights she endured. It was such a rough life for lighthouse keepers. Miss Colfax remained a single woman all your life, gave her whole life to this commissioned position. Admirable, to say the least. The Big Red Lighthouse in Holland Michigan was a photographic beauty to admire. We spent a good part of a day on the beach nearby and captured a gorgeous sunset. A city park in Holland was beckoning us to bring our lunch to one of its benches. The butterflies fluttered about everywhere. Dean and I relished the beauty of the flowers and foliage along the “yellow brick road” sidewalk. This park is dedicated to L. Frank Baum, author of The Wizard of Oz, whose family had a vacation cottage in this area many years ago. Dean and I want to come back to this area when we have more time to explore and discover. What a lovely five days we had together.

Mar3

March Welcomes Spring

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March Welcomes Spring

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” ~ Charles Dickens

Our road trip to the Southeast couldn’t come fast enough. It has been a very long, cold winter. I had been sick from my severe allergy to the cold, sinusitis, and bronchitis for almost 7 weeks, the longest time period that I ever remember even when I was a child. Winter wouldn’t stay behind as we crossed the Appalachians with sleety stuff hitting the windshield. A few short hours, we finally greeted Spring at the South Carolina coast. Along the way we saw fields of various shades of green and clumps of those yellow daffodils and jonquils, the tell-tell sign of the seasons changing.

There is something about when the daffodils bloom. Spring comes and goes with the wind but finally stays awhile. Welcomed sounds and sights all around. The lace curtains flutter with the open window and whistling spring air. Chirping, preening, and nesting birds. Bird eggs laid and baby chicks hatched. The rabbits nibbling on the wild violets and pansies. Clusters of colorful tulips are showy in vases and planters. It seems the whole world celebrates Spring. A renewal of spirit, health, and life. My good health has returned with the new season.

“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings. because it has a song.” ~ Maya Angelou

So different are the birds. The coastal ibis, terns, gulls, and herons are shaped to skim the waters for their food. The songbirds are created to sing their songs, maybe attract a mate. Birds of prey are equipped with talons and large, sharp beaks. Their eyes can see yards ahead and the perimeter of their surroundings. God didn’t spare any detail when He created each species. As the birds, the uniqueness of each flower is evident. Beautiful colors and shapes, blooming at different times and environments within the growing season. Some flowers can be dried and preserved, but there is a specialness of the fresh bloom.

Walking the beaches and pathways I am reminded how unique each species God has created. And each has its place in this world. Author Marianne Williamson captured this, “A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower.”  While visiting area museums, my husband and I learned much about the history and culture of the South, the Gullah people, slavery, the Civil War, and the Native Americans. Their tenacity, resilience, and adaptations speak even today. While in our own uniqueness, there is room in the garden for each of us.

“Be yourself. Everybody else is taken.” ~ Oscar Wilde