Let my dreams while I’m wide-awake
loose. Let me be drowned, baptized,
in the light given me. Day comes around,
night, fall, winter, spring,
summer. Leaves overhead, underfoot.
Waves arrive, buffets from friends
offended, enemies. Let it all come:
this is my way, this is the canoe I’m in.
~ William Stafford
Sometimes the beauty of this place almost takes my breath away. When I’m not wrapped up in to-do lists and steaming off wallpaper and trying to keep up with all that needs to be done, when I’m outside walking in whatever weather the day brings, I become so enchanted that I forget about the work of being here. It is a gift of grace, I think, to be able to spend time exploring in the woods or sitting on one of the benches or finding new pathways to walk.
Yesterday’s storm and unusual high tide were amazing. A little frightening, but mostly reassuring. When I first saw the water covering the path through the woods, I was astonished that the creek could and would expand so far inland. But it also gave me a chance to see for myself what we’ve been told through anecdotes, elevation certificates, and homeowner’s insurance: the house is not in a flood zone. It might become waterfront property as the seas rise, but barring a major catastrophe, the house won’t be floating away.
I hoped to show you some photos I took during the storm, but most are so bad that it’s not worth posting them. When I went out to have a look around, it was windy, raining heavily, and dark. I took Lulu, the everything-proof camera, and the flash was necessary to be able to see anything at all. Have you ever used a flash in a heavy rainstorm? Most of what you get in the image are lit up raindrops. Pretty, in its way, but not very good at showing you the details of what’s behind the curtain of heavy rain.
It wasn’t until sunset that the world outside lightened up, and the sky turned the most amazing shades of purple and magenta. Still, it was too dark to capture the tide in places we’ve never seen it. Oh, and the lagoon! Wow. The water level was incredibly high.
For the first time since we moved here, the boardwalk to the dock was underwater at high tide.
What fascinated me this morning is the evidence of how gentle the tide was when it made its way through the woods and the marsh and into the backyard.
I was thinking “storm surge,” water swelling and crashing, when in fact it was, more or less, a gentle rising of water onto the land and through the woods. I was expecting to walk on boggy paths and find debris everywhere when I went out for my walk today. But it looked, more or less, the same. The ground was wet, but still firm. The pine needles were swirled around in a variety of patterns, but hadn’t washed away when the tide receded. Even the bones I found in the woods were still there, jostled a little, but not taken with the water.
There were branches down from the strong winds, but none of the trees toppled over. Leaves got blown around and some of the trees were left with bald spots.
All things considered, Mother Nature was rather gentle with us yesterday.
There is so much happening around here that I’d love to be able to show and tell, but I realized today that it’s almost impossible for me to keep up with the changes. Someday I may get back to the beach and show you the abstract shots of the waves and water I took. Someday I may get back to the pavilion to show you what it looks like now that 5 tons (!!!) of garbage have been hauled away. Someday I may get back to the guest bedroom to show you the transformation that took place with a little paint and arranging of furniture. Someday.
That’s about it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch for today. Thank you for stopping by and joining me on a walk to see what the storm wrought. The weather has cooled off, and although it’s still cloudy, it’s a great day to spend outdoors. I’ll meet you out there later, after I’ve accomplished some of my to-do list for the day.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂