Winter's lockdown

I am back! Seems a virus had my blog in lock down for three months and I just had a very good friend fix the problem for me. Hello! Smithtown Bay has been in lock down, too-frozen solid like the Arctic Circle. The winter brings such a beauty to the beach. I love the desolation and quiet. Sometimes I just lie on the sand and rocks in my big, fat down coat and watch the clouds go by.

Someone hand me a spoon

The sky tonight looked more like a tiramasu than a sky, layered in pink, blue, white and orange. Even though the setting sun never really showed its face, hiding behind a low ceiling of clouds, it threw its light to create this magic.

Shoeless in November

I never expected it to be so mild this evening when I went down to the beach to watch the sunset. I had to take my shoes off and wade out into the low tide. Then when I came back I

couldn't remember where I left my shoes. They blended in with the rocks and seaweed. Maybe it's early senility. I was sad to think that tomorrow the sun will be going down at 4:50 p.m.!!! I am going to protest this man-made ridiculous rule. I refuse to follow daylight savings times or whatever they call it. IT'S STUPID! I hate it! Who likes it getting dark at 4:50 p.m.??? Nobody, that's who. So on Monday I am showing up at work at my usual time. Rules be dammed.

The best things in life are...well you know.

The moon, stars, planets and tides gave up a treasure tonight--little tiny shells that I love to use in my sculptures. Hundreds of little jewels! Each a work of art in itself. Thank you, Smithtown Bay!! I'd rather be here than anywhere.

I'll take that to go

Today was one of the top 10 best days of the year. Since it was a Monday, some people may not have noticed. But I did. I had the day off. (I know. I look like a genius.) I took my kayak out and Smithtown Bay cooperated by being as still as a lake. The water is so clean that even when I was out quite far I could still see all the way to the bottom. I brought a thermos of tea with me and sat there drinking it, while I just let the tide take me where ever it decided. Not a bad day at the office.

The Stairway Down to Heaven

As I came down the stair case to the beach the other day at around 4 p.m., the light was extraordinary. It was low in the sky and filtering through the trees, but it was more than that. It seemed to be a pure, white light, the kind that the gurus tell you to imagine coming out of the top of your head when you are meditating. All the vegetation around me seemed to be alive and breathing. It was as if I had been given the ability to really feel the life all around me. I stopped in my tracks and just took it all in. It was ethereal and I almost felt as if I had stumbled into a tear in the fabric of the universe. No light could be this pure. No leaf could look so green. Well, unless you are tripping on acid, but you know what I mean. So I guess in the end, if God wants to lure me into that white light, he will

just make it look like a staircase down to the beach, because for me, that would be heaven. "No need to push! I'm going. I'm going."

Submerged

The only place to be this week is submerged in the water like a frog, with just the tip of your head poking up. The water is just perfect right now-refreshing,clean and sparkly! I am filled with gratitude that I live here and can just impulsively jump in the water whenever I feel like it. Last night my friends and I created this Beach Lady, made from all natural ingredients.