The tide is high as Goddess and I stand on the end of Shirley’s sad little holy dock. The water is clear so we can see the marsh grass underneath as it sways in the currents. A light wind blows so flags flutter on top of poles but we do not feel it. All is quite.
I suck in the air and can taste the salt of the sea that mixes with it. The lighthouse is clear and brilliant in the distance. Looking off towards Back River the rising sun creates diamonds on the water and I wish that I’d brought my sunglasses. It is going to be a glorious day!
I am home.
Yesterday I made a last second decision to return to Tybee Island rather than spend more time in Myrtle Beach. This morning I am glad that I did. Though there are meetings and conference calls to participate in, but it is good to do these things here.
Goddess runs off the dock to the thicket where rabbits hide during the summer. She chases marsh hens and egrets that fly away just as she closes in on them. It makes me laugh and then I go chasing after her
We make our way around the block and back to my house. Over the past several months my office has become my kitchen table. My lap top sits on the table and I stare out of the sliding glass doors that lead to the beloved back deck. Fran’s thousand shades of green provide the backdrop and dance in the breeze.
In a few weeks the office will move to the table on the beloved back deck and the need for all of this laundry that I have on will cease. Underwear will become completely optional.
There are trips to finish planning …Boston, Springfield, St. Martin …maybe Pittsburgh …perhaps Princeton… different things that I’m working on. We’ll see how they play out.
Goddess plops with a thud on the tile floor at my feet. She is content.
Opening the emails I stare over the top of the laptop at the sun shining off of the outside table. Fran’s thousand shades of green are on brilliant display.
I shut the computer. This is too holy a moment to ignore everything that is going on around me. Love is returning slowly but surely to this place. I not certain when yet but I know it’s coming. And I know that this house has become a sanctuary and while this Sabbatical begins to wane it’s not over yet.
So for now I celebrate …home.
