Still, I am grateful for the two full, amazing days of sun before getting the evacuation notice Wednesday before last. And thank goodness, we had the chance to spend time with our dear friend, Tiffany, the night before and Olivia and Kelly were able to do a last minute climb of the lighthouse as was tradition or I would have felt even more crushed driving off the island. It wasn't easy leaving. I'm a sentimental girl- there may have been a tear or two when I turned to catch one last look at the water and the golden dunes. I've written before how the sea has my heart and I would move to the Outer Banks or somewhere like it (maybe even west coast) in a heartbeat. I have pictures of a little white house by the ocean on my vision board. Someday...
So, we traded our view of the ocean for one of our favorite local mountains. The Peaks of Otter. There's a lodge there, complete with a lake out front and more hiking than we could do in the few days we had. It was just as beautiful and peaceful as the ocean had been, and happily, every bit as recharging. We even ran into beloved friends we hadn't seen for a long time at the top of the mountain. Serendipity!
***This post has been sitting, waiting to be completed, for over a week now. I'm trying desperately to get into a routine of some sort, getting in my art-making groove. I'm finished with the list-making and into the doing of the things now. It feels good. Hands covered in gesso and glue kind of good. :)
xo
