I Am Happy

The man in 101 makes stained glass.  His name is Dick and he comes across as one.  He’s a real I’m-on-the-condo-board kind of guy.  You know what I mean.  I should give him a chance.  This morning he was working on his balcony and I could see he the beautiful blues of the glass.  He can’t be all bad.

I spend too much time on Facebook, and how I have become fascinated with Pinterest, a site where one builds a virtual bulletin board and pins stuff on it.  Mine is full of quotations like, 

“You belong somewhere you feel free.”  Tom Petty

“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”   Unknown

“So this is my life.  And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”   The Perks of Being a Wallflower

It’s cool on the balcony and Honey is guarding the neighborhood from the other chair.  I am happy here.  I think I said that already today, but I want to make sure I say it enough.  I can write here, write like I am meant to write.

Kristy and Shannon and her family are coming down tomorrow night for the holiday weekend.  Shannon and Joey and the kids are staying at Lawrence’s house and Kristy is staying here with Marnie and me.  I am glad they are all coming to my Island.  I want those great grandlittles (Abby and Drew) to learn to love this place the way I do.  I want them to see the moss on the trees and be amazed by it.  I want them to put their feet in the sand and dip themselves in the edge of the ocean and feel the power of the universe as the tides move in and out.  I want them to catch blue crabs and learn to pick out the sweet meat without leaving a bunch of shells in it.  I want them to love crab soup and want me to make it for them and think about me when they eat it, even it somebody else makes it.  

I want Jacob to sink himself into all this beauty and history and get his creative brain stirred up and want to draw or paint or write.  I want Noah to feel the magic of this place and know the force of the river as it flows by all filled up with river critters and dreams.

There’s a fearlessness about the energy here and I want all of them to drink it in and be empowered by it and become fearless themselves.

My house is in total disarray but my mind is squared away just fine.  Marnie is on her way from Macon and I am going to go in the kitchen and make us a pot of chicken and mushroom risotto so we can have some comfort food in the middle of all this mess.  

I am happy.

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