Friday, February 14, 2020

Culebra's Slide to Spring ~ Valentine's Day 2020

While I am gone from Culebra for a few months of the year, all the shades of seasonal weather get felt when I am here, which is why every cool night, every not blaringly hot day is that quiet delight that we all express and enjoy. No sweat face!!! 

G'morning, too bright to look at water

Talk of weather might seem cliche' and boring, but when weather is what is constantly around you, when there is no giant building using a/c to while away the hottest hours, when hard rains and lightning and thunder are truly a local phenomenon, as in, it rained on my roof but not on yours, 1/4 mile from me, or, the whole ISLAND got rain! which, for a 3 x 7 mile island doesn't seem too extraordinary, except that, it is. Weather is part of the story every day, where "I wore a sweater last night!" is cause for oh my.

I took this while chatting with Allie.
She told me it was rainy and grey in California
so I sent this to torment her, because that is what good mother outlaws do.
She loves me anyway.

Oops! Where was I? Ok, on a housesitting hilltop, surrounded by this weather. Reel it in, MJ. I know I should go to town and do something, but leaving seems too difficult, I might miss too much, it happens so fast. From steel grey to heatherish lavenders, greens and blues, the water never stops calling. The clouds skitter through. Tropical plantings make wind music in the day and feather brushings at night. I'll get to town, but not quite yet.

The same outlook, literally five minutes apart in time. The above is not in black and white, it was more like all the color had been leached from the sky and sea, leaving mercury.

It stayed bright the rest of the day, keeping me walking in circles around the decks and yard to drink up the views. Yes, dizzying. 

What it looks like from here when you fly in
This morning, as the dogs ran the front and back yards, I wandered with them, camera in hand. I'm not really sure who wanders with who, it doesn't matter as long as they return when I call and they always do. That's what being the Treats Queen gets me.


Strawberry cactus (yes, the fruit is edible!)

A banana quit swooped by.
It wasn't until I saw this on a bigger screen that I realized
how much I love this repeated from nature color palette.
It's Valentine's Day, a more emotional, commercial, endearing and historically ridiculous holiday may not exist, though there are some good contenders in American culture. But who cares, when the idea is sharing love? Platonic, erotic, courtly or simply sweetly romantic, love is not a bad thing to celebrate, even if it's just with a spoken greeting and smile. 

Have a freehearted Friday. Do something fortuitous. And happy Valentine's Day

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Soothing the Soul with Water

For some people, it's wide open fields, or maybe it's mountains. For me, when everything inside is roiling, water is my drug of choice for smoothing the sharp edges, calming down the brain turmoil and giving me perspective about my place in the world, in pain or in joy. It works. 

"According to scientific studies, being by the sea has a positive impact on mental health. Minerals in sea air reduce stress. Negative ions increase the flow of oxygen to the brain (they’re also present around waterfalls), which improves alertness and mental energy. And salt in the water preserves tryptamine, serotonin, and melatonin, which aid in diminishing depression, giving us a better night’s sleep, and boosting feelings of well-being.

Even the sound of water has positive effects on our mental health. Water sounds have long been used in meditation to create a soothing atmosphere for our minds. Science suggests that the rhythm of ocean waves and tides coming in and out can affect the rhythm of the neuronal “waves” in our brain, encouraging a more peaceful pace of thought." Source

It doesn't escape me, ever, how fortunate I am to live in a place where this solace is easily accessible. Joy joy!!

The weather was a perfect reflection of my emotions, dramatic clouds of grey and white, half the sky the blue of dreams, the other dark with rain. It was that duality, with its insistence to not ignore the light, even in the dark. Acknowledge the dark, follow the light. 

If there are spirit animals - 'spirit animal refers to a spirit which helps guide or protect a person on a journey and whose characteristics that person shares or embodies' source - then it makes sense to me that there are spirit places. The ocean is mine. 

I left these caption-less so you can create your own or just take in the view. Maybe the sound of those very small and gentle waves coming in would have been good to add. It wasn't a pounding surf, like the other day, but a subtle and rhythmic lapping on the shore, a watery lullaby. 
Just thinking about it makes me realize I need to go back. Now.

Have a totemic Thursday. Do something tantalizing. 

Monday, December 30, 2019

Culebra Life's a Beach. Really.

There are days in winter here that remind us of all of the best parts of living here. The sky a deep and clear, somewhat surreal blue, the clouds a perfect contrast rather than the threat (or welcome promise) of rain. The waters, calm or churning, are an indescribable palette of shades from deepest blues to the most delicate greens, with dashes and flashes of lavender, adding to the dazzle factor. The sort of days when Francie and I used to say, looking at the water from some hilltop while heading to work 'The painters showed up, on a holiday! Good job!' That's how it was yesterday.

It began with one of those brilliant color full dawnings that mesmerize, until the sun blindingly breaks over the horizon, or spins into view for you who prefer the technical (and you know who you are).

Peeking through the palms

Oh my!
Heading out to an appointment, I was early (I know, really? What a surprise) so stopped at the old dock to enjoy the view and maybe try to be on time. Oh my stars!

Bay magic
All work and no play has never been my problem. There was more to enjoy inside of this gorgeous day.


Giants' toys

Waves exploding against the rocks, feel the power!
It's really almost impossible to not see intention here


Yes, it IS a rock egg cracking open and out of its shell

Tree sculpture

The rest of the day dissolved into itself, and night drew down. I know some people think this is how every day is here, complete with beach  boys bringing frothy drinks, complete with umbrellas. Ok, it is.

Have a mentally melodious Monday. Do something magical.