I have a pie crust promise to make you, dear readers. I promise that this will be my last post on Mathews, VA and this year’s Blog Fest. However, you must know that pie crusts are easily made and easily broken.
A week ago today, I went with fellow Fest guests to Hills Bay off Gwynn’s Island on the western shore of the Chesapeake. Our hostess, Janice, told me that this is the place she comes to wash away her worries and within a short amount of time, I completely understood why.
As I floated in this serene body of water that stretches far and is only about 3 feet deep, I realized how much I needed this. It wasn’t only the discovery of new friends that shared common interests, or the joy and laughter that surrounded us for several days, but the feeling of peace I felt on this, our last evening together.
I needed this.
I swam out to be alone, put my fingers in my ears and floated on my back. Just floated, as I looked up at the sky. I could hear the quiet as the water cradled me. I know to some, I may sound like a hopeless romantic, but life hurts sometimes and this was pure magic.
When I was a little girl and saw clouds parting like this, with the sun’s rays shining down, I always thought that God was peeking down at me. And I would wave hello.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
That's all I want to say.
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .