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Went Down to the Beach

“”maggie and millie and molly and may”

maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

millie befriended a stranded star
who’s rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

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.”

E. E. Cummings

It’s amazing to watch the girls develop a love and respect of the ocean, to recognize it’s vastness.  And it’s amazing to see hubby there as well because he detests the ocean.  Yet for 3 years he’s gone and every year he does more and challenges himself to try more, and I am amazed and honored by the love that is shown to his family through his participation.  Essentially, it’s his willingness to go that allows us to go to the beach since a family vacation is not a family vacation unless the whole family is present (at least not to me).

This year, I was yet again sad to leave the beach.  The ocean holds so many fond memories for me, and it brings me always back to God’s greatness.  It makes me feel small and still.  I feel peaceful by the sea even if there’s turmoil surrounding me.  The ocean stirs my heart and my senses and reminds me of all the things about life that I’m passionate about. It is there that I am more grounded.  It is there that I remember myself and find all the pieces of me, and I am reminded of all the roles that I play while for a few days not having to play them all.  And I don’t know why all this is.  I just know that of all the locations that my heart could lie in this country or even in this world, it rests most peacefully in the midst of the salty breeze and constant sounds of the ocean.
  • This one of Sam was taken by my mom 🙂
My child walking around the beach with her eyes closed.  Not sure why.  She’s odd, but I love her.
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Louisburg Events: Larry Frick (and band)

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When my mom called me on Saturday evening to tell me this band was playing at our new vet’s office here in Louisburg, Acoustic Pets, I jumped at the opportunity to go check it out!  I stopped cooking supper and told Sam I’d be back, grabbed my camera, and practically flew out the door.  There’s something super special about small town festivities like these.   I’m sure small towns all over America have little festivals, community gatherings and the like just like my small town does, but there’s something even more special, I think, about a small town gathering in the South…in the summer.  It’s hot.  The food is delicious.  People are sweaty.  You can smell the heat and the sweet summer grass.  Kids are crying and laughing and just hanging out.  The locals are colorful and from all parts of the town and all walks of life.  The music is generally from a local band like this one, and seriously, only in the South could you have a concert at a restored 1890’s purple house which now houses a pretty rockin’ vet’s office!  People are friendly and talk to one another.  They may dance in the street or sidewalk.  Some of these pictures will be part of a special project I’m working on, but I couldn’t help but write a post about this awesome band and a summer’s eve in our small town.  While I am not a huge country music fan (not really a country music fan at all), this band was “frickin” great!

I love the look on this father’s face…the look so many parents often have after their child has talked to them incessantly for an extended period of time.  And the look on the little boy’s face is still as excited as it probably was when he awoke that morning.

This couple was dancing in the street!  I don’t know their names, but I know they have been married only 4 years and seemed incredibly in love!

No small town gathering is complete without a face painter 🙂

I have so many more that I would have loved to share from this event, but these are my very favorites!

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Marvelous!

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“Each second we live in a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two makes four and that Paris is the capital of France. But when will we teach them what they really are? We should say to each of them, ‘Do you know what and who you are? You are a marvel. You are an individual. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you.'”

– Pablo Picasso

Summer is such a reminder for me (and especially when we’re in or near water) of how each of my children is unique and different and marvelous!

Pop over to Fresh Mommy\’s blog for her Sunday Citar and other cool blogs with other cool quotes!


When Summer Became Fall

Wow! I’m SUPER excited about this cooler weather! For me, today, summer became fall. Seriously, I was thinking, if summer’s gone, then where is fall? If I can’t go to the beach or the pool, then it needs to be cool.

Anyway, I do miss summer and all the good fun we had. I really struggle with the passing of time. As I grow older, I’m more and more aware of how quickly time passes, especially when I don’t want it to. It’s always hard for me to imagine in each good moment another equally good moment. With every good bye, there is a hello. I’m reminded of that song by the Byrds, “Turn! Turn! Turn!”. I’m reminded that there is a purpose in every season, laughter in every season, sadness in every season, and growth and death in every season. I’m reminded that when I’m overly nostalgic about a particular time in my life, that there will be many more seasons of nostalgia. And when I focus on the fact that life will go on whether I want it to or not, that people will change and grow, that some will die and others will be born, when I remember that there is nothing I can do to stop that, my fears about moving forward subside some. I can rest in unchangeable change.

Mouth Wide Open

thought

rocking in beaufort

Looking OUt

Playing in the Hole

sillohuettes 2

dad

Mom

Festival food

Riding the Train

Puffy Face

The Perfect Berry

Where are they

Picking

Face Painted

Pouting by the pool

At the festival

walking by herself

Serious Rocker

Summer Smells and Seashells

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My years don’t go from birthday to birthday in my head. Yes, I’m obviously acutely aware that another year has passed when my birthday comes but I’m that way at Christmas, New Years, Easter, and Thanksgiving as well. I’ve always had problems with change and growth. There are just some things I don’t want to change. Well, that feeling gets intensified during the summer – magnified, even, by at least 100.

Summer smells like childhood. Like simplicity. It smells like camping trips to the beach and new plastic pool toys. It reminds me every year that I don’t ever get back those days when we ran around our neighborhood until at least 9 o’clock or rode home from an event laying down in the back of my dad’s pick up watching the sky fly by. It smells like long drives down country roads with all the windows rolled down and like cut grass at dusk.  Summer reminds me that my children are growing older and so am I and that instead of me being fascinated by small wonders, they are. In itself this is wonderful as I love to see my girls explore and discover new things that I’ve long since known about. But during this time of year, I am especially aware that I’ve known about them for many years now. And every time I take my girls to the pool – not just any pool, mind you, but the pool I actually grew up going to – summer smells like swimteam practice and chlorine, July 4 celebrations, and cake walks. Summer smells especially like the ocean. While as a child, we generally only went for a week once a year (or the odd Saturday) as a family, I’m so very fond of the ocean. My mom and dad and I often collected seashells, many of which we still have. They were a constant reminder in our home of the ocean and the time we spent there as a family….along with the fifty million pictures my dad took. As a matter of fact, we still have many of those shells even today. I think part of my fondness comes in that the ocean is fairly consistent and always there. It doesn’t change much (at least to the naked eye). It smells the same every year. It looks mostly the same every year. And hence, it’s something that remains of my childhood.

There’s a verse from a song running through my head, “We grew up way too fast. Now there’s nothing to believe, and reruns all become our history.” Summer months remind me that I don’t believe in the Easter bunny and that Santa Claus really only exists in spirit (not like the Holy Spirit). It reminds me that I’m a grown up. And honestly, while there’s many many things I love about being an adult, my childhood (mind you, not my teenhood) was awesome and some days I’d give anything to have it back. To me, there are cases where ignorance is bliss. Childhood is one of them.

Time goes on forever. You don’t have to pay bills. You’re unaware of the atrocities of this world (well at least many of us were), but you’re aware enough to enjoy the wonders of it. So let me go on reminiscing about my childhood and basking in nostalgia for a few brief moments before reality sets in. Since I got up early, I might as well take in a breath of summer smells and seashells.

original seaweed-1Picture by Dad