Familially

Happy New Year!

Whenever I mention the words “n e w” and “t-a-b-l-e-t” together, though, I get spam for a year that Askimet doesn’t catch! So saying, it is mostly because of the above desired object that I did not get a copy of a book yesterday that seemed right up my alley (“Hallelujah Anyway: Rediscovering Mercy” by Anne Lamott) after all.

I know, I know… it’s only $20!, but it’s such a small book and so particular in subject, I was thinking I wouldn’t be able to pass it along to those who need it the most; from excerpts I’d read and loved, the message is too clear. And, indeed, $20 is 1/3 or 1/4 or 1/5 of what I need in order to get through this Amundsen-type winter. My phone will no longer connect with my Reader, here (it’s old), so it’s a new phone or a new something else..

I’d tried looking for that, too, but the lights and the bustle and the frigidness of every move and the lightheadedness of every step toyed fiercely with my days-empty stomach. It was my first time up and out in so long, and DH needed a book for a friend, which he did get — and offered to get the one I wanted… but I know how hard we both work — so, it was a successful enough outing, but it was that even before we jockeyed for a near parking spot at the Mall.

I did indeed have a word with the sea yesterday. She sat there with her low tide and frozen, glistening beach like always: her. Another earth-long, if secondary, tabernacle. Her islands were all mirage-y through the binoculars — astoundingly so!! and she was kind enough to share her grazing Canada geese with me (what on earth were they upending into the deep blue around the rocks for — must be something delicious or crucial that God whispered into the first goose), and lo, we watched two buffleheads, TWO!!  Both of them diving away as if buffleheads, as we non-winged sat in the running car, heat turned down to half-blast.

I got out and stood in the crisp wind for a moment, and said, “Hey.” You have to; something in you has to embrace the sea or her air right back, lungs-first. We are siblings. Both of salt and water, and earth. The rest of the conversation, thus, is held silently.

2018.

So far, so good.   🙂  A most happy Day to Mary, today, too.  I am pretty sure the ocean is blue in her honor. Every blue ocean, for all earthly time. Hail, Mary.. thank you.


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6 thoughts on “Familially

  1. jackcollier7 says:

    Sometimes I talk to the sea, and I believe she listens tome. ❤
    Happy New Year Sweetheart. ❤

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  2. I remember ‘Bird by Bird’ by Anne Lamott, for a writing course of some sort. A big fat book but really useful. I think I may have sold it in one of my many ‘asset-realising’ drives. Now I am tempted to look up that and the one you mention on Amazon… I had the impression that she was a lot more antique than she actually is.

    Also, I used to think of the sea as my Mother, and drive/walk long distances to have – as you say – conversations with her when troubled. 🙂

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    • Relax... says:

      Aw, nice. 🙂 It seems to me the Lord gives us what we need all the way up to Himself. I will look up “Bird by Bird” (and by that, I probably mean the public library) — she’s a fascinating writer, well worth anyone’s $20, doggoneit, but I knew I’d be through the book in mere hours, you know? I hope you find “Bird” right in your belongings somewhere, and I hope you’ll like the “Hallelujah” one as well.

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  3. Ann Coleman says:

    Happy New Year! I haven’t read that book yet, but I do enjoy her other works, particularly “Bird by Bird” and “Traveling Mercies.”

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