“In still moments by the sea life seems large-drawn and simple. It is there we can see into ourselves.”
Wonder-full really has a hold on me this year…
…and all that talk about Port Isaac stirred up a mad craving for the coast.
So we went.
We caravanned to our favorite island with our neighbors, the Popes.
There’s something extra special about the company of close friends at the beach, don’t you think?
For the most part, the sun stayed hidden above the clouds while we were there, but I have a feeling the colors will be one of our fondest memories.
All of my favorites were there: soft grays, whites, blues, browns, greens. Like all the gulls wings were dipped in watercolor.
The wind was especially strong the first couple of days. Kite surfers flew around for hours, jumping off the dark surf curling and creaming beneath them.
When the tide was out, loose sand whipped fast across the hard, swervy surface left behind by the waves. It looked other-worldly!
On the calmest morning (the day before we left to come home), we met Captain Rene and her boat over at our friend Diane’s dock.
She took us for a ride out through the misty marsh. I had forgotten how pin drop peaceful it was out there.
And the old osprey nest we first saw from her boat five years ago?
It’s home to a family of eagles now:
Those photos. [sigh] Billy snapped them. I get a lump in my throat every time I see that second one. What a powerful reminder that faith is our wings, not something we carry. [Isaiah 40:31]
The fog was thick and full of light around Sliver Island. (I nicknamed it “Sliver” because of how tiny it is- it’s actually a part of Little Tybee.) One minute we couldn’t see anything at all, and then POOF! There were pelicans!
They took to the air when they realized we were coming ashore.
For one whole hour, it was just us and the tiny island.
The foggy marsh on one side, the cold silver sea on the other. We walked, and talked, and stuffed our pockets full of as many scallops, whelks and lettered olives as we could fit.
We found iridescent pen shells, horseshoe crab shells, and beautiful oyster shells that were longer than our hands. The driftwood “sculptures” were my favorite. So big and breathtaking I *almost* had to ask Captain Rene if there was any way we could bring one of them home. [grin] Oh, and the sand dollars! Good gracious! They were everywhere!
It was thrilling, all that discovering!
(Captain Rene’s sea dog, Fiddler. She loves to go out on the boat, too!)
It can be a little scary for me to venture out to that kind of place, (uninhabited, surrounded by water, etc) but I’m telling you, something special happens when you go somewhere like that.
You are lifted into a state a grace…and it is Wonder-full.