I logged on today to catch-up a bit. I’d written notes. I’d taken photos. I was ready to get back on track. However, when I looked, I realized that I’d been neglectful for about two weeks. One of those weeks we were vacationing, so I’m giving myself a pass on that. For the days prior I don’t offer an excuse, but perhaps a reason.
It’s been a stressful time for me. I won’t go into details, suffice to say it involves work and that always spills over into my “real life”. And it’s a bit difficult to concentrate on anything else. There’s no room in this tiny brain of mine.
So, let’s leave it at that. Let’s talk about vacationing on small coastal South Carolina islands. Let’s talk about the Gullah history of the area, the beach just outside our door or the cool breeze that you can hear move gently through the trees. Let’s recall the alligator gently floating along the the side of the pond. Let’s be amazed yet again by the beautiful (and large) birds, that tiny little armadillo or the fox squirrels. Let’s dream of seafood, drinks called Scrap Iron and friendly folks anxious to share their island with us. Let’s step back into leisurely mornings and quiet afternoons. Let’s read a while. Let’s visit the school where Pat Conroy once taught. Instead let’s walk along the ocean and find pretty shells.
That’s so much better than reliving the week before we left, right?