Love Notes

I am rather irked by the parade of brown prints and suede boots high-stepping their way into my Instagram feed this week.  And so begins my annual lament:  let the sultry magic of summer linger a bit longer.   

Hellooooo.  It's still July, people.   

After all, the days are still long and the evenings still warm ... why break the enchantment? 
  
Lounge in the sun with a good book.  
Bite into a peach and let the juice drip down your chin.  
Be still.  Be here.  In this one precious moment.  READ MORE

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In "Beautiful Swimmers", William Warner's small gem of a treatise on Chesapeake Bay sea life, he writes of blue crabs molting time and again - as many as 18 to 21 times after reaching maturity.  Perhaps we humans are that way too:  growing, renewing, always moving forward alongside our little community of ever evolving friends and family.  Maybe our crab cousins are nature's reminder that significant growth may require vulnerability, as each new era is preceded by a tender, uncertain,   sometimes even scary step.  READ MORE

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I stumbled upon this curious shell tree during a March beach walk in Boca Grande, and got to wondering about its architect ...  was he or she a he or she?  Young or old?  A local or a visitor like me? 

Several decades ago, while I stumbled along towards an unpreventable divorce, a therapist told me I was "a searcher".   Well I certainly was searching then -  for a way to mend this enormously sad situation I was facing.   But what else did she really mean?

I'm still searching for the answer.  READ MORE

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