my muse

I am packing my banana boxes.

(The best way to get what you might need and want

for a two week stay on a small island

10 miles out to sea, via ferry boat.)

It's an annual event for me.

A respite.  A retreat.  A reprieve.  

My little cottage has four rooms,

no phone, no electricity, no wireless,

lots of light, a view to die for (see the blog header)

and most everything my heart desires.

I soak up the sounds of the gulls, the sea, the bells,

the boats, the buoys, the crickets,

and the essential silence at night.

I take in the light, the monarchs, the migrating birds,

the last of the gardens, the trails, the forest,

the ocean everywhere, the fog,

the Milky Way, the mushrooms, the surf,

and the occasional big storm.

I couldn't ready myself for winter unless I did this.

I've been doing it for 44 years.

I'll walk, sit in the sun, watch for whales,

hike on the trails, nap, read a million books,

knit, go to bed early and wake to the arrival of each morning's ferry.

I'll take photos, and show them to you when I get home.

Til then, good people, be well and think of me.

I will be thinking of you.