An osprey nest in a crane. As I understand it these nests are protected and this crane will be sitting right there for a long, long time. Sturdiest platform for a bird of prey family home on the island.
Whelk egg case. Each of those little plasticine-like segments is a neat pocket which contains many miniature whelks.
One of the trees on the bay beach which has been overtaken. I will tell you that there are places where the sand has accrued and there are broad curved beaches of clean white sand but the way the roots have risen above the level of the sand in the washed away parts make me feel as if one starlit night the old pines will simply walk their way into the woods, taking their sculptured-by-time-and-wind-and-water-and-sand roots with them.
Love letter in the sand.
It has been a day of a sort of quiet ecstasy. I have felt almost complete release from anxiety and depression. I feel as relaxed and at peace as if I had done hours of yoga or drunk deeply of the kava bowl. It has stormed and rained and I have read and napped and then taken a good, slow walk along the bay with my love- heaven.
I can't remember a more peaceful day. A more loving day. Once again I am reminded of how much I love the times I spend with only my husband. After all of these years to know such pleasure! Can there be anything better?
It is raining again. The sunset is obscured by gray curtains and we are all alone in this paradise. I have not seen another human being aside from Mr. Moon since we left the dock yesterday.
Listen: Healing is possible. I have experienced proof of that today.