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Waves are formless and endless,
Their gentle rush and lion’s roar
A sound that fills ears, shells, and spirits.

I think that people who complain
That the sea is too loud,
That it disturbs their slumber,
Must be missing a small piece of their soul.
Perhaps the sea has swallowed it and
has yet to give it back.

It holds mine in its fathoms.
It lets me breathe unencumbered beneath the surface.
It rolls in a rhythm that matches my heartbeat.
It serves as a grateful vessel for my tears.
It cools and feeds my passions.

Far away, I hear that gentle rush
In conch shells on the shelves of coffee shops
And in dreams.
Always in dreams.

Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the Day: “The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.” — Kate Chopin

Daily gratitudes:
Birds in the trees
Mr. Man’s paw on my knee
Kelsea’s writing and her sense of justice
New tickets leading to new adventures
Not having to shovel my sidewalk



Or the beach, in this case. I remember this day. I had stopped on my way back from Cow Wreck, which had a few more people than I wanted, and laid out in the sand to read and doze, when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw these two looking at me. I think we were all a bit startled, but no one stampeded. I let them check out Backpack and they moseyed on.

It’s not beach weather here, but it is coatless weather, and that’s good enough for me. We’ve had our share of trauma here in Colorado again, with a school shooting last Friday, but prayers are going out to the lovely young lady who was a victim of this violence. She’s not my daughter, and it wasn’t my daughter’s school, but it hits too close to home, knowing my daughter as I do. My daughter would have been the first to try to disarm the shooter.  So please, all, send prayers for Claire Davis.


Pomato Point, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.” — Maya Angelou

Daily gratitudes:
The emergence of the Santa Hat
That I now have a Christmas tree (it’s not up yet, but da tree is in da house)
Getting to watch Season 3 of Downton Abbey again
Being all snuggled up
That the automated voice announcement system on the bus cannot say the letter “A”, so it announces that we are approaching “Gate Ah”.


It was -15 when I got up this morning. -31 with the wind chill.

I had a very romantic view of the West when I was a child, fueled by classic movies like How the West Was Won and episodes of The Big Valley. It was a wild, open place, full of space and freedom and adventure. I retained that image until I moved here, and still, the little kid that lives inside me believes that that West is somewhere I just haven’t looked yet.

My image of living in the West never encompassed slogging through icy streets to an office in a tall building in downtown Denver. But with a warm coat enveloping me like the arms of a bear, I can pretend I am a displaced Russian countess, which makes the cold slightly more bearable.

And knowing that there are places like this also ease the frigid winter winds.


Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “ As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.” —  Nelson Mandela

Daily gratitudes:
My bear coat
That I got my sidewalk shovelled
Sparkling sprinkling of snow at night
A morning bus nap

Still too cold here in greyish Colorado. So I will wander back to the shore of Anegada, making the short trek down the beach between Neptune’s Treasure and Anegada Reef, towards the anchorage at sunset, heading for a dinner with my toes in the sand. Will you join me?


Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.” —  Jarod Kintz

Daily gratitudes:
That I can make an acceptable grilled cheese sandwich for my sickie MKL
Texts from Kelsea
Books where you can’t guess the ending
Baths in the clawfoot tub
Cozy days

A peaceful beginning for your Monday…


Loblolly Beach, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “I want to walk on a beach with you, dragging a big stick behind us, making a message in the sand that we try to believe an airplane will really see. I want to kiss saltwater from your lips. I want us to listen to music with our eyes closed; I want to read musty books while lying next to you – books about fascinating things like mummies and eccentric artists and old shipwrecks in the Pacific. I want to have picnics on our bed and crawl into cotton sheets that smell like summer because we left the windows open when we were gone. I want to wake in the night with you and marvel at the stars and try to find the moon through the trees. I want all the sweet things in life. But only by your side.” — Deb Caletti

Daily gratitudes:
The elk meandering down the main drag in Estes Park
Men riding motorcycles with dogs in the sidecar
The inflatable Nessie in Lake Estes
Pretty wedding gowns
New friends

Have you ever been on a beach with sand so brilliantly white and water so passionately blue that it moved your spirit and sparked your soul?

Pomato Point

Pomato Point, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the Day: “On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word.” — Jack Kerouac

Daily gratitudes:
A lovely day
Getting the knee-high grass one-third mowed with the push mower
Air conditioning
Old friends

It will be some time before I can return to Anegada, and I miss it. But I am thankful for the blessings in my life here every day, even for the rain.


Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the Day: “He learned to read the ocean by a cupful. He also learned to regard each port of call as part of the journey and not as the destination. Every voyage begins when you do.” — E.L. Konigsburg

Daily gratitudes:
Pink shoes
Snoozing on the bus

Yes, I am homesick for Anegada again. For sand, and sun, and turquoise water, for floating off Cow Wreck, and diving for conch, and walking for miles without seeing another soul, except for stingrays cruising in the shallows. For water from freshly cut coconuts, and for lobsters in their cages, and for Lauren and Linda. For days that drift by like seabirds, and nights that sound like the breeze in the palm trees.


Neptune’s Treasure, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the Day: “Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .”  —  Sarah Addison Allen

Daily gratitudes:
Outpourings of goodness
That Dutch is stil hanging in there (hence, the pink quote)
When Thunder Cat makes herself into a ball on the bed
Having MKL to snuggle with
Meeting some wonderful people today
Ninja tacos


Well, our massive blizzard fizzled before it happened, but it has left unseasonal cold in its wake, with temperatures dipping to eight tonight. With the wind chill, it will feel like -7. Brrr. So I will think of Anegada, and how different a storm is there than here.

BVIs January 2010 2221

Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the Day: “So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?” — Hunter S. Thompson

Daily gratitudes:
Being cozy at home with the cat
Not having to shovel the sidewalk

The encroaching storm in this image is very different from the one that taps against my windowpane tonight. Mine is a fix of snow and rain and frozen stuff. The wind chimes are dancing to accompany the tinkling sounds of precipitation on the grass. Despite their dulcet tones, I would prefer to be on this catamaran, watching the water reflect the sky.


Pomato Point, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.” —  Shannon Hale

Daily gratitudes:
A warm day before the storm
My slumgullion stew
Squirrels scolding something in the night
Music in my kitchen
How fortunate I have been to travel

December 2022


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