One week ago I was in the deep woods and I live just blocks from the water.
Today I needed to be near both.
After a rather melancholy and unproductive day spent doing a little wallet work and some light gardening, I got into the car with a cup of coffee and started driving. I wasn't sure where I was headed until I found myself on the official Rustic Road that leads to and through Point Beach State Park.
I drove through the woods (envying the many campers setting up for the night) until I reached the empty beach. I got out and did some walking, some thinking and some inner mind clearing. I felt calm and a little less melancholy.
If you have been reading for awhile you know I grew up on a sailboat, but for awhile we lived in a house in the woods off the coast of Maine. Our house had woods on three sides and the ocean on one. I know Lake Michigan isn't the sea, but it's water and it heals me. In some circles water represents emotion and the woods would represent grounding. I think this combination is especially soothing to me because I need to be firmly rooted while I handle my emotions or else I tend to float away for days on end.
If you read this blog, you must wonder why I always seem to be "in something"; some sort of mood, reflective period etc. I think it goes back to that fragility that I wrote about several posts ago. I don't think I'm a walking piece of china, but I'm aware of how without proper balance in my environment (lack of clutter and clear space) I get a little crazy.
I love that Mark and I downsized and I love our tiny place, but for someone like me...this smallness takes getting used to...especially since my studio has somehow become a catch-all for things we don't have room for, but don't want to store. We'll adjust and get situated...we must. We have a little extra reason to get our space ready! Nope, not for that kind of baby, but for the kind that barks (hopefully not all night!).
Her name is Selkie. Mark came up with the name. It's perfect. Plus, she has deep brown eyes and a black coat. So sweet and pics will come soon!
Anyway, I close this with the last few lines of one of my favorite poems about a bunch of little girls who go to the beach...
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea
From Maggie and Millie and Molly and May