Please excuse my absence. Apologies for the crickets that have been on this blog for some time. It started as a few days, quickly sliding to weeks. The more time passes the harder it seems to get back. I feel like I should have the time to keep up with my blog, to keep my house sparkly clean, to run my business perfectly, have fabulous dinner parties, come home from work with endless energy to complete projects, and let us not forget getting up at the crack of dawn to get all of this productivity going. I ripped off my blouse recently in defiance only to learn that there was no giant red S underneath. I was disappointed. Just a couple of boobies and a bra that is probably in desperate need of a ‘hand washing’. To be clear: I am not complaining. I have enjoyed each every glass of wine that I have consumed with my feet kicked up on the conch, instead of writing blog posts. And I am certainly not the only person overwhelmed by the todo list that never gets completed, who thinks their life should look like a Vanity Fair spread, even though it never will. To me it is time to be honest and real. I do not and will not be able to have a regular blogging schedule for the forceable future. I will continue to write and share bits and pieces of my life and growing photography business. If my irregularities messes with your flow, I hope you will still stop by from time to time, and hopefully I will be able to deliver something of interest. Without further ado… at long last.. a new post (insert cheering here!!!).
Last Friday evening we took our boat to Morses’ Seafood on Bailey Island. It is undoubtedly the best seafood around, complete with rustic kitschy decor overlooking the waters of Harpswell. They soon close for the indelible winter ahead, so we knew our opportunities were dwindling. As always when traveling by boat, our plans are dependent largely on the weather and swells of the sea (all which can change as quickly as the direction of a seagull in flight). This day all were in our favor. Due to the low tide we took the long loop around Eagle Island, which is the closest we have been to open ocean in our little boat EVER. The water was glass, blue for as far as the eye can see.
Swaddled in fleece on the bow of our boat I realized how contented I am that we have added this specific element into our lives. As the leaves begin to drop, and the nightfall begins to warrant wood fires and warm tea, I will most miss this time twinkling on the blue marble.
Dinner was marvelous, piles of fresh local grilled seafood and fried clams washed down by rewarding dark & stormy’s. Since the harvest moon was full, navigating home by moon light should be of little concern (or less concern than complete darkness..which we have done as well).
Once underway in the obscurity of the moon, little between us and Poseidon’s realm, it became clear that we were on yet another treacherous adventure. One that is totally fitting of our union, and one that our mothers would certainly not approve of. It is these adventures that fuel our love and connection, remind us we are alive and provide the most spectacular summit. Memories of this night will be forever etched on my soul.
Quiet stillness amidst the coastal shores and ocean tides, shrouded in the knowingness that we are not alone, nor are we in control. We are small puzzle pieces in a phenomenally complex natural world. Our journey home was navigated safely by my Captain while enjoying some of the most special moments of our entire season on Casco Bay.
Goodnight moon…until we meet again.
xoxo- NickiBee
