Begin by knowing you have already arrived
I woke yesterday morning to a text from the nanny that she had gotten a ride to Phoenix instead. And I smiled, by the time I get to Phoenix she’ll be rising played through my head for the rest of the morning. We were leaving later to head to a beach house, where taking similar steps to last year, when we fled to the beach for Thanksgiving, we were fleeing a gris gris that has stricken me as of late. We smudged the whole house, and we left having everything in order towards the later part of the day and when we arrived at Dauphin Island, the ferry wasn’t running. The wind was whipping up when I got out of the car to make sure it wasn’t running. Now to backtrack, and take the long way to the beach.
For all the to and fro that came with renting this place – two misplaced checks, one bank wire, one aborted air travel, and now a ferry missed, I was starting to wonder if like the nanny had said at the airport when I went to get her, it wasn’t meant to be. We opened the door of the beach house and it was like a great whoosh was heard – negativity out, positive in. And later we had arrived just in time for sunset and watched the fiery red horizon turn to pink and purple.
Then this morning after a ten hour uninterrupted sleep, I walked on the beach with Loca and Heidi. There were no footsteps on the sand, I was the first animal out this morning to mark the windswept shoreline. Loca and Heidi frollicked and chased the shore birds while a multitude of brown and white pelicans nose dived for morning breakfast.
There is still a trace of something on my mind – the approach of mom’s anniversary of her death, the uncertainty that clings to everything, and yet, this morning I decided to think as if I have already arrived.