It began with an incredible yellow sky. I told Sarah to come outside and see it ... be bathed in the crazy stillness that comes before Hurricanes pass. She is getting ready and rushes out to share the moment then heads back inside to finish as we're already late. Winston, the little gay dog, prances behind her. He follows her everywhere.
I linger.
A banana wind is blowing so leaves are knocked off trees and staring at the beloved back deck it suddenly seems extremely "fall-like" and could be mistaken for a porch on a cabin in the mountains. The Hibiscus plants add tropical flavors and yellow butterflies hide in their blooms.
Fran's thousand shades of green dance madly and the Palm Tree with the oyster eyes, coconut bra and grass skirt tries to cover herself. The plastic green strips of her skirt are blown across the yard.
The art hanging on the fence knocks against the wood and would surely fall had I not fastened it with wire to hold it in place.
Goddess stands beside me. She loves the wind and her golden coat is rustled as she stares in the direction from which it blows. Goddess is forever pondering life's deeper meanings and is my contemplative companion.
We're meeting friends for drinks, dinner and dancing at Huck-A-Poos. It's a funny thing as we all met virtually on Facebook before actually seeing each other. Sean and Wen warned us they were coming to Tybee and then one day there they were. Sitting in front of Fannies-On-the-beach at the daily gathering of The Bored they asked if we were us and we asked if they were them and a deep friendship became flesh.
We're doing the same with Glenn and Vicky as we've know each other virtually but are now making it real at The Poo.
Who knows who else will be there? It's one of the mysteries of this island. Epiphanies occur. People inexplicably appear.
Sarah was ready so we made the short trek to the nightly celebration of life. We toasted friendship, broke bread together and washed it down with holy water. Laughter and stories broke out with the music. The fellowship of believers celebrated life as we have it. We danced.
Now I am whispering prayers of Thanksgiving as Hurricane winds blow leaves across the deck. Fran is still dancing wildly as art bangs rhythms against the fence.The umbrella is down and secure so this is being observed from the kitchen table through opened sliding glass doors.
Goddess remains outside, her beautiful coat blowing in the wind, and she continues to stare out over the ocean from where all things were born.
I am humbled by the holiness of it all.
