Ah, those long shadows … the nights are drawing in on Rocky Bay.
I need to eat earlier now, if I am to catch the light.
There’s no denying it – it’s been a tough couple of weeks. It’s nothing to do with the island. In fact, the island has been a refuge: I’ve found peace here, quietude. Fossicking for driftwood and picking up shiny shells on the beach has let me get my head in order again.
It started on 24th December, and there could be only one conclusion: my eldest sister Dianne passed away last Monday. Death is part of life, we all know that. We are born, blossom, mature, wither and die. But you need to spend some time in processing your thoughts when you lose someone you love. It makes you face your own mortality, too, and that’s something most of us don’t want to do. And if you have other siblings, you wonder, what next? Who is next? Walking the length of Onetangi beach was good, today, to set things right.
Big love and sympathy, Julie. What a hard summer you have had. Just to encourage you to keep blogging, I’m in chemotherapy at the moment for breast cancer and, staying pretty close to home, am more interested in cooking/baking than I’ve been for ages because it’s so nice and soothing. Always enjoy seeing your recipes fall into my inbox. I made your orange and chocolate chip cookies from the blog a couple of weeks ago and shared with the neighbours, who loved them. Grandchildren fell eagerly upon them too. Go the healing power of good food! I’m going to be fine, by the way. x 🙂
Thanks Lindsey. Nice to hear that you are enjoying cooking, and sharing the results with everyone, but the best news, is your last line: more power to you!
So very sorry to hear of your loss. Losing a sibling is a hard thing to deal with. Always a gap left. xx
So sorry for your loss Julie, I lost my father 2 weeks ago – you posted this on what would have been his 75th birthday – I too find solace on the island – nice to know you are just down the road! enjoy your blogs. I hope we meet up someday around the rock.
Hi Lynley, thanks for sharing that. It takes some adjustment when you lose a loved one, and the island, the walks, the beaches, the bush, allow time for reflection. It’s a healing place.