The Ingredients for a Family Visit

15 03 2014

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“We are responsible not for the outcomes, but only for the ingredients.”

from Plan B:  Further Thoughts on Faith by Anne Lamott

After hosting several family members for the past week in our small apartment, the above quote seemed particularly apt.  We added the best ingredients we could to each day;  a welcoming atmosphere, good food, fun activities, and lots of laughter, then hoped it all mixed together into a happy week.  And it did.  Of course there were a few mishaps, as is bound to happen when a group of people live in close proximity for a week.  Lost phones, misplaced, clothing, and plans that did not work out, but the recipe came together, and the overall experience felt like a holiday feast, all of us replete with fun and time together.

We have the usual accoutrements for hosting overnight guests in a small apartment;  an air mattress, and, well, that’s about it really.  If we push the sofas back a bit, the mattress can be squeezed into the living room space, and we can all take turns in one bathroom.  There are a few floor spaces where suitcases can be opened for clothing deployment, and a couple of extra mirrors that can be used for make-up applications and hair styling when the bathroom is in use.  Our washer and dryer sees frequent operation keeping up with the towels used at the beach and pool, and the porch railing serves as a clothes line for drying bathing suits and life jackets, while kayak paddles drip-dry in the corner next to sandy flip-flops.

Conversation, laughter, comfort, relaxation, nature, good food, and times together;  the ingredients for a family feast!





Dogs

4 02 2014

One of the best!

  One of the best!

“Having a good dog is the closest some of us will ever come to knowing the direct love…of God”
Ann Lamott
Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith





The Purpose of Life

25 10 2013

 

The Purpose of Life

Seek to live well through honor and usefulness.





Done Is Better Than Perfect

14 07 2013

 

This was my inspiration for today.  I’d been in a rut with my writing, and this helped me push through and complete over 10 pages of new work!  It may not be perfect, but revisions are my favorite part of writing. 

 





Inspiration Sunrise

1 07 2012

Inspiration Sunrise.





I Am The Sea

15 06 2012

Blue Tang

A photo I took while snorkeling off Cat Island, Bahamas in 2006.

I plunge into the sea

And find myself

I am there

Among the sargassum

Swimming with blue tang

My breath an echo

Constant as the surf

I am there

Dissolving into sun beams

Buried in rippled white sand

With the eagle ray

until a shadow floats over me

and I burst forth

I am there

MR 6/12

 





Floating Island

5 06 2012

An island floats on the horizon

surrounded by exquisite  blueness.

Sea and sky perfectly blended

on earth’s palette.





The Rainy Season

1 06 2012

I drive to work beneath the hanging bellies of rain-laden clouds, who promise fecund drops to nurture earth. The porous limestone of the islands mirrors my own creative skin, both hungry for replenishment, and awaiting the deluge.  For me that downpour comes in the hours and minutes of summer when my time is my own.  For the Keys, it is the afternoon thunderstorms that form cloud-towers in the sunny heat, then burst into thunder-claps and fleeting downpours, only to dissolve into sunsets of breath-taking beauty.  Earth’s creative expression is my inspiration! And so I drive on with cloud grayness holding me to the ground, counting the days until I can build my own cumulus towers of ideas and images;  until I too am replenished.





Island Summer

22 05 2012

Like a long stretch of beach, the solitude of summer beckons  me.  I know from experience that the grains of minutes will go by too quickly, that my plans for relaxation and creative expression will bud, blossom and fade with the August doldrums.  Still, my excitement builds.  So many choices unfold.  Will I slip out of bed early for a sunrise stroll, or laze sleepily on soft sheets while the whirring ceiling fan stirs my dreams?  Will the sparkle  blue of the pool draw me in for some lap swimming,  or will I drag my bike down the stairs and pedal off to look for feeding eagle rays beneath the seven mile bridge?  Perhaps my kayak will invite me for a paddle among the mangroves where I’ll listen for the huffing breaths of manatees and see snowy white herons feeding in the shallows.  Hubby and I will spend weekends on photo adventures or snorkeling in clear ocean depths.  The joy of summer lies in the breadth of choices or the option of doing nothing;  in the grains of minutes that trickle and then cascade, that roil in the gentle surf, and finally come to rest on a long stretch of beach.





Ephemeris

6 05 2012

I’m heading out with my new camera to photograph the rise of the “super” moon over Sombrero Lighthouse.  Hubby and I  used the web page Photographer’s Ephemeris to see exactly where the moon will be coming up.  It’s a great sight for planning photo shoots.  The word ephemeris interests me tonight, perhaps even inspires me.  It is such a left-brain construct of data and tables, a surprising definition for a word so much like ephemeral which means  something brief or fleeting.  Like the creative functions of the right-brain, those elusive connections and ideas, the celestial bodies are fleeting in their positions at any given time, although predictable in general; enough so that ephemeris can be created!