I swear to god I just lost a huge and fucking profound post I was writing. Jesus. It was going to go down in the annals of history.
Oh well. We are here and I'm doing pretty darn well. I had a bit of an epiphany and something good turned in my heart.
At least it feels that way.
Mr. Moon just caught a sizable redfish in the surf.
He is happy. He released the beautiful thing back into the waters of the bay. We have plenty to eat.
It's almost sunset time and we are sitting on what is left of our little tiny beach. Turns out there was a bottle of my favorite Bacardi anejo rum here and we're having a delicious Cuba Libre. The wild Rosemary is blooming everywhere and the bees are happily buzzing it. I picked a little bouquet for the coffee table.
The pines are full of pollen and the temperature is perfect. We have new sheets on our bed.
The sentinel pines have not yet been killed by the oh-so-definitely rising sea levels.
It is beautiful.
Our little shack.
Holy fuck! What a miracle if I can truly learn to put away the ghosts and love this place again.
It is so worthy of being loved.
As are we all.
Love... Ms. Moon