all over the world we welcome you, dear friend, with open arms and open hearts.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the sky. Tempestuous winter clouds stretching far across the lonesome shoreline. The north bound breeze began to lead the clouds in a dance, across the wintery sky, where they became wispy and broke free to reveal the blue expanse beneath. As I watched the change of shapes, colors and textures happening above me – e v e r y p a s s i n g m i n u t e – I was entranced.
I was reminded to slow down. To stop and see the colors below my feet. To pick up a rock, to say a blessing and to toss that rock right along with the breeze into the salty seas. To let go of the things I’m ready to let go of. To take the time to take time because it’s the only time I’ve got. And life is just too good to sit back and wait for something to happen. You have to make it happen. You just have to do it.
Sometimes, a pocketful of rocks, a canopy of ever changing clouds, the touch of wintery sunshine and the rippling tide rolling in, can be enough to change your perspective (one in which you’ve been struggling with for a lifetime). To begin a conversation with yourself that you’re finally ready to have. And it feels good. Really f***ing good.
And in the distance the clouds part – blue skies and billowy white clouds to the west and pockets of glorious sunshine and golden sand to the east. Reminding me that this too will change but change is hopeful and hopeful is full of endless possibilities.
In this month’s Cape Cod View there is a wonderful article written by Susan Harrison Wolffis about the heritage of farming on Cape Cod which I was so thoughtfully asked to be a part of. It means a lot to me as I admire everyone else featured in the article, especially my favorite lady farmer, Ms. Jean Iversen. I hope you enjoy!
To read: If you click on the image it will open it in a new window where you can click on the image again to make it larger. Anyone who would like it emailed to them let me know. It’s also available on newsstands now.