About an hour after my tearful, angry post about our current frustrations I heard a familiar pfooooof and looked up from my coffee in time to see two dolphins making their languid way toward the mouth of the bay. I forget sometimes, locked up in my own headspace, what a gift it is to live so close to nature, what a privilege to witness life outside human constructs.
I’m chastened for whining.
2 Responses to Angels in the anchorage
No chastening necessary, although the dolphins are beautiful. XO
Be kind to yourself – reading about your highs and empathizing with your lows is what makes readers like me appreciate your blog. You are HUMAN, and your willingness to share that makes you so very likable. Jessie, s/v The Red Thread