Look at me! I got my story done early today! Woohoo! 🙂
BTW, all of these stories have been fiction. While I may steal one bit from my own life, as writers tend to do, these have all been fictionalized accounts. Thank you as always for reading. If you want me to pop by and read a particular posting in your blog, please put the link in the comments and I’ll be there. Happy Thursday, y’all!
That Boy of Summer
There are rules to summers in a beach town:
Grocery shop at odd hours. Continue reading
So, well, yes. I ran away again. I am in the wild and wonderful outer banks of North Carolina where the wind is nipping and it’s ever so cold, actually it feels how I’ve always thought a tundra would feel. There have been several times today where I thought the wind might take me and Scout to Oz.
I hope that your New Year’s Resolutions come to fruition, if you are into resolutions.
I hope that each of you has the absolutely best year possible, being healthy and happy.
I hope your dreams come true.
Finally, I just wish you all the absolute best.
I hope for all of us the best 2018.
Thank you for your support through this year. You’ve all meant so much to me!
Happy New Year!
First off, let me apologize because I’ve fallen behind in my blog and responses and reading other blogs and almost generally everything except work and getting ready for vacation.
I promise to be a lot more interactive over the next few days even though I’ll be on vacation. The one thing I learned on my last vacation is that I still need to write, so maybe I’ve finally become a writer since it seems to be in my blood. So there will be writing! 🙂
There will be more Mouse stories to come. I know I kind of left her there in a desperate situation (poor Mouse is almost always in a desperate situation, which she handles with Snickers; I’m sure there’s a life lesson there, just sayin’) and you may be wondering: what’s next for poor Mouse? (me too 😉 ).
I’m off to North Carolina. First I’ll be visiting the Outer Banks because evidently this Pisces needs her fix of salt air and then off to the western part of the state (and mountains) that I’ve never visited before. I hope to share a lot of photos with you. Then on August 21 I’ll go to South Carolina for the solar eclipse and I’ll share that experience with you as I think it will be really, really cool and I’m looking forward to it. In fact, I’m looking very much forward to the whole vacation.
I hope to pop in later this evening when I arrive at my first destination.
Thank you as always for reading.
My best, Sascha D.
PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse
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For 63 mornings I’ve mounted this bike on an eastward journey toward the Outer Banks. If you’d asked me last year if I’d even consider this, I’d have laughed.
I’ve been the recipient of unexpected good: People willing to feed me, give me a place to sleep, or help repair my tires.
Ahead, the Wright Memorial Bridge intimidates, but it’s the last trek. A car honks, someone gives me the finger. I pedal faster as if I can smell the sea.
All the while Devon’s spirit guides me. His final words echo: I dare you, Sis.
The sunset this evening cast the ocean as a watercolor symphony. My unenhanced photo probably does not do justice to its perfection, the lavenders, the grays, the turquoises, the pinks.
The entire day was lovely, from the lulling rain showers in the morning while my eyelids were still heavy to the cloudy day with spurts of sunshine and winds and voluminous gray clouds giving way to azure skies only to be clouded over again. What few people tend to realize is that you have the best sunsets after storms, when the clouds hang heavy and catch the light of the setting sun peering through a prism. Just as you can appreciate the significance and beauty in your own life after you have weathered emotional storms.
I thought of writing a fictional story for renewal, but found myself edging toward corners I wasn’t wanting to traverse, not this evening. Instead, I thought of myself here in one of the places that from my childhood I heard was wild and fragile and beloved: the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Last year, the instant I stepped out onto the deck and felt the ocean breeze, chilled, rushing against my cheeks, I felt renewed. This year, it’s longer in coming. I have arrived with too much baggage. I need to shift some of the weight, toss aside the baggage, before renewal can be mine.
I didn’t visit the ocean until I was 22. My childhood reared me as a mountain girl, traipsing through pine woods in West Virginia, overturning rocks in streams for salamanders and crayfish, adoring the undulating flight of the goldfinch as they sought their next purple-headed thistle.
It took many trips to the ocean, mostly to Sandbridge and OBX, before I made my claim. I am not one to seek noise or boardwalks or commercialism. They are fine in their place, in limited quantity. I don’t need much outside stimulation. My mind is comfortable. I seek nature and natural settings. These are the things that renew me. The quiet. The call of cardinals, blue jays, great horned owl. The foxes screeching. The ocean. The wind. In these things I find renewal from the trappings of the electronic age, the endless faces illuminated by cellphones, the beeps, the jangles, jingles.
I recognize that as we are each different, we each find renewal, regeneration in different places. Mine is here.
end 12/30/2016 (begun on 12/29/2016)
The song that was playing constantly…and I loved it: Don’t Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers.
Traveling: sky on the stop for lunch, Faithful Companion Scout ready to travel, Faithful Companion Scout loves cheeseburgers with no condiments!
Afternoon thunderstorm brings rainbows.
Out and about in the neighborhood.
At the beach. Hot, warm ocean, relaxing!