everything is singing! gulls, geese, ducks, crows, song birds and indoors theo our little parrot. marty rearranged the bedroom furniture this morning so now i am facing the river and can see even more. many windows are flung open. the tide is coming in and the water is a deep, sparkling sapphire, the greens greener, the browns more buff, the sky a soft baby blue. a light breeze is dancing with the trees. a gem of a day.
my best friends came in the same week, rosemary started it off with godson allen, and susan completed the happiness. my cup runneth over. this also helped to offset the misery of a pain filled infection coming back.
all of a sudden it has gotten very still, very quiet out there, like a lazy summer afternoon when all you can hear are the boats or cars and the hum of the very air itself. the marsh is taking its afternoon nap. i think i will follow suit.
Life on the Salt Marsh is a journal of what i am learning and experiencing in this breathtakingly beautiful place, where the Dyer and Sheepscot, both tidal rivers, meet and merge.
Sweet Last Days of Summer
Author
- Rev. Mary
- Midcoast Maine
- Rev. Mary is a Unitarian Universalist minister who served congregations in San Francisco, Sonoma County, Houston, Marblehead and Winchester MA, and New Orleans, in a variety of ways. She is President and co-founder of Gulf Coast Volunteers for the Long Haul and has led 14 service trips to Louisiana and Mississippi since a few weeks post-Katrina. She has 3 children, Sam, 22, Julia, 26, and Jason, 41, and the best spouse in the universe, Marty. She was diagnosed with ALS/Lou Gehrig's disease in 2006. Rev. Mary can be reached at duckdreams at gmail.com. Due to her illness her ability to reply is unlikely but she would enjoy hearing from you if that's OK.
From Mary's Journal in December
after simple surgery turned into a nightmare: "the pain has been excruciating and for 3 days was unrelenting, even breathing was an agony. i tried to picture our mallard in maine who i studied one day when it was freezing cold, windy, pouring down rain and he was in his spot in the grass all tucked up and i tried to imagine how he could handle the elements. i decided he must go very deep inside and have duck dreams. so i tried to emulate him."