But, I for one, am grateful for this winter by the sea.
This winter has, in its own unique way, been amazingly terrifying.
We evacuated the house three times (on my insistance) before hurricanes and blizzards ravaged the beach, tore down our stairs, and left many houses down the street condemned.
On the inside, I have also been dealing with the perfect storm, a health matter, biopsy, and medical procedures relating to the cancer treatment I had 20 years ago.
But it has also been amazingly beautiful.
I have a new appreciation for the ocean. The massive body of water that I am afraid of, has become like a friend. One I share mutual respect for its power, its energy and its life force.
The ocean is alive. A moving, ever-changing being.
From the baby seal that washed up in the fall.
To the lobster boats that fish off the rocky shore. I have newfound respect for this massive body of water. It’s home to so many, and sustenance to us all.
As I have watched all the houses dotting the street rebuild and refurbish after the storm, I have also found deep respect for my own body: for its power, its energy and its life force to rebuild and renew.
And it reminds me that we can always begin again. Start over.
As we pack the car and start to move WEST, searching for our own little spot on this earth called “home” — I find deep solace and relief knowing that we are already there.
No matter where we plant our chair.
Home is all around us.
Love where you are, when you are there.
Happy Memorial Day.