I’ve been parked in Las Cruces, NM for a month as I did minor repairs to Blanche (my 17’ Casita travel trailer), relaxed, and enjoyed time with my widowed brother and my niece. Today I prepped to leave to get back on both the literal and figurative road. I am eight pounds heavier (thanks to... Continue Reading →
Hurricane Nicholas hit Surfside Beach directly, his eye wall hitting us with gusts up to 100 mph. He was a small storm among hurricanes, but we are a small community on an island barely nine feet above sea level on average. The surge clawed away at the dunes that had begun to heal from last... Continue Reading →
Here are some things I’ve learned since I began volunteering/working on the beach. There are wonderful people in the world who want to protect natural resources like the land and the animals that use it.There are wonderful people in the world who take time out of their day to protect/preserve the land and the animals... Continue Reading →
The beach holds mystery in its tranquility and wildness. Things are hidden and revealed in unending cycles. There is vulnerability in these cycles. The water rolls and churns, clears and clouds. One minute it shows you the diaphanous form of a jellyfish in a swell, the next, that translucent threat has vanished and you wonder... Continue Reading →
I originally considered posting this blog entry to this nature blog. Imagery and tone is set by the Surfside Beach, Texas coast. However, the content and core intent is that of personal growth so the text resides in my personal blog.
A few days ago, we walked the beach on a cool, cloudy day. Moon jellies lay splattered about every fifty yards: flat, clear, mostly-harmless blobs in the sand.
Spring is approaching and the tides are bringing in spring things. Warm days lie ahead with increasing numbers of visitors appearing on the beach on weekends while weekdays remain quiet. Birds of prey are scooping up fish and field critters as the chills of winter fade and breeding season ramps up. Brown Pelicans are gathering again, drifting in from Central and South America to form ever-larger squadrons along our spit of land called Follet’s Island.
The wind is in its March wilding, blowing the house into shivers and rumbles. Day to day, the Texas coast simply can’t decide what season to express: Forties one day, eighties the next, sixties yet another.
Life feels upended.
Life is revealing its rough edges as harsh…
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It is winter well and good here in Surfside Beach, though spring is not far away. The dunes have gone rustic and withered. Shorebirds limit their activity and gather in large groups of one-legged figurines, beaks into the wind. The sea oats have been stripped bare and are nodding sleepily at the calm water in... Continue Reading →
A dense, soaking fog. A burst of camphor from the dunes as winter takes an intermission and allows a misty, warm morning: this is the lead-in to a cold front, but as warm as it is, high 70s, one would be forgiven for thinking it is spring if not for the faded grasses and flowers.Winter in... Continue Reading →
Fall has officially begun according to the calendar. To most observers in Southeast Texas, that only means it is late September. Our little piece of the planet is drying out from Tropical Storm Imelda. She popped up suddenly off our coast and made landfall about four miles away from our home. For my husband and... Continue Reading →
Time has both stood still and rushed by and generally lost meaning here. My face is raw despite my efforts to protect it. My suit is like so much sagging skin. My legs are drunk-weak. I am ready to simply swim on my back and look up at the deep blue Texas sky.
When I was a child, the Brown Pelican was listed as endangered. I recall, in the late 70s, seeing perhaps one or two Brown pelicans at most on trips to Galveston. In recent decades the bird has bounced back and is now listed as “least concern.” On any given summer day in Surfside Beach, one... Continue Reading →
Scribbling by the Beach 