|Our son and daughter-- acting silly is a huge part of beach attitude.|
on this skinny little island off the Texas coast. My mother's family is from southeast Texas
and it was to Galveston we went for almost every holiday. Sadly, many of the old fish camp cottages were gobbled up in Hurricane Ike back in 2008. However, there is a lot of newness to the old island since "Ike" and our favorite shrimp "shack" is still there making the best "shrimp and stuff" around.
We arrived in the late afternoon and heeded the call of the sea beckoning us to dig our toes in the sand, breath salt air, and fall into the rhythm of the waves--at least for a few days.
While I didn't do any "junkin'" I did make a few necklaces while my kids and hubby "boogie-boarded" for hours talking about life, school, and other secret things only the waves heard. We ate meals together, played together, and had lengthy conversations. Simple family activities we used to take for granted are now sweet, precious moments. On our last day, I woke up even earlier than usual and took our Charlie Dog for a walk on the beach. We were greeted by the most pinkalicious sunrise! I was inspired to pen a poem.
at Galveston beach
cicadas in full orchestral drawl
thousands of dragonflies
greet us on the
birds celebrating fiesta
life slows to the pulse of nature
without calender, clock, or alarm.
instead of coercing it
Heart rate slows--
breath deep and relaxed--
time to contemplate,
School begins on Monday here and the fall schedule is already full of so many new adventures and fabulous junkin' events. See y'all down the road!
Until next time,
Peace, love, and
all the good stuff to y'all!