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introvert
Surf City, North Carolina

Quote of the day: “Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” — Desmond Tutu

Daily gratitudes:
Getting my ballot in the mail today
Memories
A little peace
Cozy blankets
Coyotes howling at night

My heart is made of sand and sea and sun and shells, touched by the occasional storm and moved by passing trade winds.

Next to the dining space – for it could not be called a room – of what I think of as “our place” in Mexico stood a tree, its branches decorated with hearts. Glass hearts of pink and red and turquoise, carved folk art hearts, silver hearts in which we could see the reflections of ourselves, beautifully distorted, and hearts of shells, like this one. Delicately constructed, yet each piece unique, each element far stronger than one could imagine, having been tossed and tumbled by waves for years while remaining unbroken. Not unlike my heart.

Shell of my Heart
Cozumel, Mexico.

Quote of the day: “Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.” — Sue Monk Kidd

Daily gratitudes:
Attending my first caucus
New friends who are awkward kindred spirits
Lunch today with MKL
Having my toes tucked under Mr. Man
The amazing sky and light tonight

 

Today was one of those blue days when I just want to crawl into the spiral of a shell and stay there until my spirits lift. But that’s not the way life – or depression – works. On these days. sometimes, my mind wanders to things that made me bluer, and then I have to shift my perspective on those things to see the blessings inside them. They’re in there, just like a conch is nestled within the spirals of its shell.

Conched Out
Surf City, North Carolina.

Quote of the day: “For a moment the image before us is frozen: our world, our lives, reduced to a handful broken stars half lost in uncharted space.” — Annie Kaufman

Daily gratitudes:
That my mother used to let me eat frozen peas in the summer when it was hot. They were so good and sweet, one at a time.

That I could afford to pay Kelsea’s first quarter college tuition today

The “golden hours” even when I don’t have my camera

The art collages on my bedroom walls

Watching “Catfish” with Kelsea – it’s her favorite show

I had no idea how many different kinds of starfish there were until I tried to identify this specific one. And each has its own palette and personality. I debated these are netted starfish, mostly because I love that name – it’s as if they were stars caught falling from heaven – or seestern starfish, which I believe it the accurate classification. But if they are any knowledgeable marine biologists out there who can confirm otherwise, please do so. To me, they are just beautiful. And tonight, MKL and I hope to catch a glimpse of our own falling stars, in the form of the tail-end of the Perseid meteor shower.

Starfish
Surf City, North Carolina.

Quote of the day: “Look down and you may miss a shooting star in the sky. Look up and you may miss a starfish in the sand. But quick, look straight ahead and tell me what is that big, blurry thing that’s so bright? Oh yeah, that’s my love for you.” — Jarod Kintz

Daily gratitudes:
Seeing a big snake on my walk today
Going to the dog park without a dog to get my dog fix
Snuggly cat
Blue skies
Fresh peaches
How good life is

Kelsea insisted that I take this picture of these two seashells snuggling, and I’m glad she did. This pair was found out on a great wide flat beach at the tip of Cape Lookout National Seashore. We accessed the point by ferry and by “Mule Train” (the latter of which I was disappointed to discover was just a seat in the back of a pickup truck, and not an actual mule train), about a 10 minute ride from where the ferry dropped us off. On one side of the point was the sea and on the other side was the sound. Contrary to most beaches I’ve combed, our driver said the bulk of shells, such as whelks and conchs, could be found on the sound side. We figured since she had been telling people that all day, that the sound side was fairly well picked over, so we crossed the vast sandy desert to the sea side and discovered treasures such as this one, as well as the sand dollars featured in a post last week.

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Cape Lookout National Seashore, North Carolina.

Quote of the day: “When I walk down the beach and smell the salt water, hear the waves crashing against the shoreline, and feel the granular sand under my feet, I can’t help but realize why I’m here on this green earth” — Wendy Joubert

Daily gratitudes:
My new phone
The lushness of green as summer edges towards fall
Sleep
Clouds
Tiny girls in tutus

Kelsea has always wanted to find whole sand dollars. One year when she was small, she found enough pieces to fill a half-gallon plastic bag, but no whole ones. As you know, they are quite fragile, and I’m amazed when one makes it to shore in one piece. On our adventure to Cape Lookout this year, she found a dozen whole sand dollars, enough to leave a few slightly less than perfect ones on the beach for others to find, and enough to give one to a small boy on the “Mule Train” track on our way back, and still feel the richness of her bounty.

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Topsail Beach, North Carolina.

Quote of the day: “My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.” — Dalai Lama XIV

Daily gratitudes:
The sea
Family even when we disagree
My heart
That MKL and Kelsea are getting along so well
Silliness

All over the Caribbean are piles of conch – conch graveyards – in spots on various islands. The pile on Anegada is way off of a point that is terribly hard to get to. The one on Stocking Island is right in the water at the edge of the beach, where day trippers pile off of boats to have fresh conch salad. This one is at the Fish Fry on Great Exuma. So many of the conch shells are just gray husks of their former selves, but these few still hold that rich rose shade that we all recognize from conch shells worldwide.

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Great Exuma, Bahamas.

Quote of the day: “It is never too late to be what you might have been.” —  George Eliot

Daily gratitudes:
Recovery from migraines
Kelsea
Downton Abbey on DVD
Birdsong
Dreams

Still awaiting spring. Sigh. It’s not going to get out of the 50s for a week, which is very unusual for this time of year. But what they’ve always said about Colorado is “If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.” However, the light is lovely reflecting dully off the snow. I have told MKL that next year, I want to learn to ski, so that I can find some pleasure in the cold.  If my ankle ever heals. Sigh. Can you tell I have a case of the gloomies? And so, as I do when I have the gloomies, I revert to sea dreams.

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Surf City, North Carolina.

Quote of the Day: “Life is absolutely, mysteriously beautiful.”  —  Tom Spanbauer

Daily gratitudes:
Light
Cooking without burning things
Elisa’s daughter
Snowflakes in my hair
Old movies on snowy nights
Happiness in Kelsea’s voice

Rainbow umbrellas, sculptures, and sea shells create a little piece of art.

Seaside Still Life

Holmes Beach, Anna Maria Island, Florida.

Quote of the day: “God will not look you over for medals, degrees or diplomas but for scars.” —  Elbert Hubbard

Daily gratitudes:
The still beauty of the Flatirons in the cloudy night sky
Compliments on my Holstein gloves
Books
Sea-green
Bad jokes

 

Don’t you hate it when you see that you’ve written something down and you have no idea what it means? I have the word “coodle” written on a napkin in front of my computer. I don’t think “coodle” is an actual word. Though perhaps it should be.

Headline in The Denver Post today: “Melons Claim Another Victim”. Perhaps I’m overtired, and I truly do feel awful about anyone who has lost someone due to the serious melon health problem, but this headline struck me as funny. Killer melons on the rampage, roaming about in gangs. Something out of a B-movie.

There are rabbits living in my garage. I know this because I saw one squeeze under the super-tiny space between the door and the concrete last night. Now I am concerned that there are lots and lots and lots of rabbits living in my garage. When I open the doors in spring, will I be crushed by an avalanche of bunnies?

Roscoe is doing much better. I miss him now that ex-Pat is back taking care of him. And I’ll bet he misses me too.

Our wind gusts are supposed to get up to 120mph today. Those, ladies and gentlemen, are our chinooks. Hopefully, the warm temperatures that they bring will melt the remaining ice on my sidewalk, so the city doesn’t issue me a citation. But that’s a whole other rant.

This whelk sat on my Mother’s bookcase for many years. Now it sits on mine, reminding me of many things beautiful.

Quote of the day:  “We are all of us richer than we think we are.”  —  Michel de Montaigne

Daily gratitudes:
The arch of a goose’s neck
Thaw
That Roscoe is improving
That Kelsea is so wise
Down pillows

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