In the middle of my time on the island, I realized that this was the first time I have ever been away alone overnight. It was very deeply swell.
No internet, housework, appointments, to-do lists, etc... Just the wind in the tall tall trees, eagles, hawks, a heron, birds calling at dusk, and later frogs in the darkness.
There was stitching, successful fire building, and a delicious second breakfast.
Painting happened for the first time in weeks, bad painting, but still, it was good to move a brush. The guys thought I was crazy for bringing that little Christmas cactus along, but after two years of waiting for blooms, and having them finally show up last week, I wasn't going to miss a minute of them.
And there was time in a fairy tale with a couple of friends for company... one of Jude's strays marked the spot, while Velma's bear weighted the pages of Snow & Rose by Emily Martin. ("Snow and Rose didn't know they were living in a fairy tale...people never do.")
And more stitching and some writing, too...lots of beginnings.
During a nice long beach walk with the guys once they came, there was some wondering about how to stitch barnacles?
It was all really really good.