the ocean remains, the horizon remains, we remain

 I'm not seeking the eternal just the abundance of days that will come like the waves and bring the peace of a welcome repetition. Sometimes there are storms. Many mornings are quiet. Some suffer so much during these difficult times and I wish them the peace of the returning waves, the certainty of the horizon, the love they need and the food and shelter and then some laughter.  I realize how fortunate I am and how my book about finding hope in nature, riding the waves, rides with me every day. Riding is about moving from grief to the acceptance of personal loss through the cure of the seasons, the balm of the full moon still out on this cold morning, the welcome words of friends who care and recognize that we are all in this together. And what is this? It is the world where some have power over others and some seek to help and some find their own way and some wonder what they can do to make things better. 

I am writing a new book about nature and hoping you will find me. I will try to find you I'm grateful for all the good you do in the world. 

wishing everyone peace, safety, security, community

8 weeks and counting

 Spring is coming. Sure, Sure. I'm not writing about that though. We know spring is coming.  The hyacinths are tapping at the soil. The earthworms are thinking about setting the dial to defrost. But we know all that and more. What we don't know is if the menhaden are heading up this way yet or pooling around warmer waters.  Or if the osprey are waking up and thinking, 'Hmm, Jersey Shore, better get my place again this year.' It's the osprey I'm waiting for or maybe not waiting. Maybe I'm moving toward them. I mean, the least bit of sunlight these days, after so many days of darkness, and I'm not just talking past the solstice, but the country's trials, after so many days, I jump on sunlight out of the shadows I'm standing in and declare it feels like spring.  If that's not being too optimistic, let me tell you this too, out of a need for transparency. Spring is great. I won't argue that. But it's summer I'm heading toward. So I hope the menhaden understand, schooling around warm waters might be good for their members, but summer in Jersey is what they ought to head toward. If they move fast, I think spring will come sooner. And once spring is here summer get's the idea. This is how things really work. Summer is closer just thinking about it. The angle of the light is shifting toward a more dominant position in the sky. Oblique sunlight is losing ground. Who knows? Maybe it's the hyacinth causing all this. Praise be hyacinth. What a great flower. Just sayin'.  

New book installments coming soon.  

Be well. Hang in there. 

Summer is coming.

what saves me

 spring is only eight weeks away.  have hope. there is a new day dawning.

The baby Osprey was crying-calling from the river nest yester then he/she flew to a nearby tree branch and mournfully cried some more~~’no parents were in sight at the Moment to bring her treats~~~ saw a GBHeron in the river and an adorable nuthatch on a nearby tree~~ these birds are what save me~~ marsh woman

I have been a way for a long time.  But I am back and will be sharing a lot of new writing in the very near future.  

Have hope. There is a new day dawning. Spring is only eight weeks away. The osprey will be returning. The hyacynth will be emerging.