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It is turning colder here. My house spirits are enjoying their newly learned trick of playing with the thermostat. Mr. Man is about the warmest thing around, when MKL isn’t here. So I turn back to the Out Islands, which seem like months, rather than weeks ago. My mild case of breakbone fever, combined with the change of seasons, means my joints are painful and I am already dreaming of our next trip to someplace where there is sand between our toes and sunsets into the sea.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “A journey, after all, neither begins in the instant we set out, nor ends when we have reached our door step once again. It starts much earlier and is really never over, because the film of memory continues running on inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill. Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable.” — Ryszard Kapuscinski
Days that warm up to sunshine
A full tank of gas
That the Red Sox are winning
Plans and dreams
The Exumas were known for their salt production back in the 18th and 19th centuries. This Tuscan column, situated on a hilltop across from the salt ponds, was a marker to guide ships into the bay to pick up the salt harvest. The salt ponds are right across the road from this spot, and we could imagine how miserable the slaves who gathered salt must have been. The heat emanating from the water was unbelievable.
Little Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “I don’t know much about being a millionaire, but I’ll bet I’d be darling at it.” – Dorothy Parker
Beautiful frost patterns
MKL caught these stars for me in the blue, blue sea. Two of them. And this is one was ready for her close-up. The starfish were surprisingly heavy, surprisingly hard, and surprisingly pokey. Of course, we put them back.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” — John Green
Pretty fall colors
A beautiful morning
Making it from my bed to the shower to the bus stop in 20 minutes
That MKL is home with me tonight
The birdsong of those migrating south
And a pure reflection of the colors of the flag of the Bahamas. This was taken at Big D’s Conch Stop, which was an absolutely gorgeous place to eat by the sea. I discovered that I am indeed allergic to conch (sorry conch, three strikes and you’re out). I don’t like eating conch anyway because of the time I dove one out of the water at Cow Wreck Beach and it looked at me with its little eyes as if it were saying, “Are you gonna EAT ME????” It looked so scared that I put it out far away from anyone else who might be looking for lunch.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “Falling in love is as simple as opening your eyes, when you see the one.” – Mark O’Brien
The crazy beautiful sunset sunbeams through the fall leaves
Soup on chilly days
Hanging up my clothes when I take them off instead of dropping them on the floor
Walk with me, down the tiled path from the dining room. Fill your eyes with the blue. Step down the whitewashed cement stairs – one, two, three, four – and onto the weathered boards of the little landing to the very edge of the sea.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.” — Hunter S. Thompson
Reading about writing
A warm coat
Using Mr. Man as a blanket
Having breakfast already made before bedtime
No, not the kind you usually see from me, but an actual human-hand-wave. I’ll be away for a few days, so I thought it only fitting that I wave goodbye and blow virtual kisses to all my delightful followers. Surprises for everyone when I return!
Kelsea and I took the Cripple Creek and Victor Narrow Gauge Rail Road on a lovely June day. We sat in the open car and found ourselves still trying to get the soot and ash out of our hair two days later, but it was great fun.
Cripple Creek, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” — Alan Wilson Watts
Having all the laundry put away (and the dishes done)
Earl Grey of Halifax’s Tuxedo Party
This struck my fancy. I miss letters – actual letters that arrive in a mailbox, not emails, which are nice, but just not the same. I always used to write my letters on onion-skin paper – does anyone but me remember that kind of paper? It had a lightness, a sheerness to it, that made it seem more romantic somehow, more classic. And of course, I always needed just the right pen. I think that’s a characteristic of most writers, that need for the perfect instrument to spill our hearts and words onto paper. Hope you are all having a lovely week.
Quote of the day: “You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” — Friedrich Nietzsche
Watching a pink sunset at Topsail on the Jolly Roger webcam
That the grass is still emerald green in October
Mr. P, my new travel pillow
Lunches with MKL
Olives and feta
Things here continue to be in flux, with the town considering buying and scraping my little white house, and challenges with figuring out how MKL and I are going to merge households. Add to that the possibility that our long plan trip to a remote island is in grave jeopardy due to his work, and what do you have? Me. Fragile. Having fantastic dreams of tornadoes and devils and destructions. But still standing. Trying to find my places of gratitude and power, while letting go of the things I cannot control. My brain does have a tendency to ruminate on things, making them worse than they are. At least I recognize that, and I can work with myself on it.
We did have a lovely day on Sunday, taking Sophia the BMW over Guanella Pass to see the change of seasons. Here’s an image that reflects the transience and fragility of nature. And yet, each season marks a return to a new sort of beauty and strength.
Guanella Pass, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “One can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.” – Lemony Snicket
The red-tailed hawk on the telephone wire, sun shining through his tail feathers
EPA workers protesting the government shutdown
That it was good coffee, even if I did spill it all over my shirt
The shine and dance in MKL’s eyes when he looks at me
A dog to pet outside the grocery store
Can you see the faint edge of a rainbow next to the center monument in this image? I noticed it while we were waiting for dinner, and we both had a wonderful time trying to capture this slight piece of magic. Things here, after the flood, are still in clean up and anxiety mode, but I have been doing a lot of processing, not only about the value of “things”, as I mentioned in a previous post, but the concept of home, which is something I have struggled with my whole life. Hopefully, the words that are running like an army of motorized slinkies in my brain will chill into something I can put on (electronic) paper soon.
Monument Valley, Arizona.
Quote of the day: “There are some things you can’t learn about just through words. There are some things you can’t really understand until you’re living them.” – Kim Dare
Happy children on the shuttle
An early bedtime
A vat of pork green chili on the stove
Nine quarts of roasted green chiles in the freezer
The boy down the block who used his trampoline to make a perfect, unwobbly landing on the top of his fence
And that my blessing, otherwise known as my amazing daughter, just called me out of the blue to tell me how awesome she thinks I am. I love her so much.