It's been over a month since I've been to the beach.
Emotions seem to be wrapped up in worry and uncertainty,
and I don't miss it in the usual way.
But I do miss it!
©Laine Quinn 2019 St. Augustine Beach, sunrise.
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"The shore means many things to many people. Of its varied moods
the one usually considered typical is not so at all.
The true spirit does not reside in the gentle surf that laps
a sun drenched bathing beach on a summer day.
Instead, it is on a lonely shore at dawn or twilight,
or in storm or midnight darkness that we sense a mysterious something
that we recognize as the the reality of the sea.
For the ocean has nothing to do with humanity.
It is supremely unaware of man…"
And the ocean was there at the beginnings of life on earth,
spawning all that we know and recognize as our world,
over many many millions of years.
"Everything in that scene caused me to feel apart,
remembering that the relation of birds to the sea
is rooted in millions of years,
that man came but yesterday."
Rachel Carson, quoted from the book LOST WOODS The Discovered Writing of Rachel Carson, edited by Linda Lear.
Photos Credit, © Laine Quinn White Crest, Wellfleet Mass.
and Dark Sky, Herring Cove, Provincetown Mass.
and Black Skimmers, Vilano Beach, St. Augustine Fl.
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(Sea gull wondering if it is safe to join the others…)
*"If social distancing needs to be extended long term,
scientists recommend forming an inner circle of uninfected friends and family
that you can rely on
to maintain social bonds…"
Some others call this a pod –
forming a pod of trusted friends and family.
But when can we do that?
When is it safe –
when the very best thing we can do is to isolate?
Listen to your heart…
when it feels okay,
then wait another week!
If it still feels okay,
take small steps.
Go slowly.
Be sure.
Trust your feelings.
*Quoted from a CNN article by Ryan Prior.
© 2020 Laine Quinn St. Augustine inlet with the Schooner, Freedom and a gaggle of gulls. Or should I say a pod?
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I've lost my head!
Me too!
I can't think…
I feel like an April Fool!
Sorry!!
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It might happen to you,
like it did to me –
when you're singing along to an old sad song
trying to hold it together –
that's when it might hit you –
or in the middle of nowhere
talking to your friend, husband or wife –
it might boil over the top
and then you're crying-
trying not to cry
because you are safe –
you are home.
But you cry because others aren't safe
or home –
but are in harm's way –
in the path of an invisible tsunami.
We must be safe.
We must take care of each other even from a distance.
And we must find ways to release the pressure valve from time to time
and cry if we can.
We are all in this together.
For the long haul.
We must be patient.
We must take good care.
We must.
We must.
For all of the people on the front lines risking it all to take care of us.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Laine
Waves on the Horizon, © Laine Quinn2019
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Social distancing not required…
Cat (DJ) and Armadillo, the Moon and Venus, Two Butterflies, Cat (Lucy) kisses Gator, Two Web-footed friends, Five Turtles! All Safe.
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Often I catch myself sitting with my hands folded,
like a good school girl at her desk.
As a child I always loved this painting of "Praying Hands" by Albrecht Durer
Hands –
one hand washing the other –
like old friends.
Like how we help each other now –
keeping our distance, but checking in on friends and family.
Our hands,
are like good friends –
really good friends!
"Praying Hands" by Albrecht Durer.
Necklace in Mexico, and Door Hand also! ©2017 Laine Quinn
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SPRING!
Ignoring world events –
has sprung!
Red Hibiscus, coming through the slats.
©2020 Laine Quinn
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Where beauty is –
there rests the soul.
Azaleas in full force in St. Augustine.
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It is difficult to sit still for an invisible catastrophe –
there's no wind, no rain, no flooding –
in fact the weather here is perfect.
We have electricity, water, internet, the pantry is full,
and we have each other.
So, wash your hands, enjoy each other –
(they are singing from the balconies in Italy!)
get lots of fresh air
and be creative!
Don't panic.
Be kind.
and
Be careful.
Trumpet Flower, ©Laine Quinn 2007!
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