MONDAY, AUGUST 12
With our routine set, nothing shifted dramatically from the day before.
In the evening, the sea was calm and light blue, like the Mediterranean sea, so different than the two days before. One day, bright green; another, churning brown. A soft wind blew, cooling the sunny day. One sailboat slid in front of Myross Island. The crows and seagulls arrived, diving along the cliff before flying off to the island where they nest at night. The sun was setting.
I sat on a stone bench, looking out at the ocean, sweet, stinky Ruby at my feet, massive, bear-like Max sitting on the bench beside me, Tinkerbell curled up in my lap. I cried because of the beauty. Because of that moment. I cried because I don’t want this to end. I want to stay here forever. To have the peace that comes from the ocean, good food from a garden, being surrounded by animals.
As I returned to the kitchen where Chloe cooked, I passed the hens pecking the ground. I didn’t tell Chloe about the tears of joy…and a bit of sadness. But she said, “I wonder what it would be like to live this life all the time. It is so calm.”
We wondered aloud together…might this where we should move. Should we try to live in a more remote setting, a place of peace and quiet, a place attached to the land, but near enough to a city and airport for her/us to go to school or work. Thinking about the future in a heavenly present.
