Least Tern Before You Enter Maine
Good morning all. My posts have become more infrequent as of late. There is much going on in the background which is taking up my time, from continuing to work through the Rumi’s Field edit to making preparations to return to Maine for the summer. Life may just be extra-full for a few more weeks, as we relocate again, and continue to make changes in our lives.
I do have lots I could write about. Just a little bit of thinking left me with another dozen ideas for posts. I’ll get to them in time. I thought, since it’s Sunday, that I should write another “Sunday Cross Words,” but when I tried, I realized that I didn’t want to be in that space or ranting. I didn’t want to feel bad about something, or angry, or disappointed. There’s just too many good things in my life, for me to try to put myself to step into the space of cross words on purpose. I go there often enough out of habit.
The sun was shining and the air was cool so, instead of rant-writing, Sally and I headed out early for our morning beach walk. Saw an abundance of Brown Pelicans skimming just above the ocean’s surface. Saw my first terns on the beach, a pair of what I’m guessing were Least Terns, from the size of them. They looked like miniature Laughing Gulls, but flew in a flittery way that no gull does, save for Jonathan when he’s feeling frisky. Very fun to watch them, and they let us get fairly close.
I’ll be back here as often as I can during this time of transition. I want to write more about the word “contrived.” I want to talking about lying, and rules, about confidence, and IQ, and trauma, and why editing is so very painful for me. And I will.
For now, I wish you all a wonderful Sunday. And may all of your cross words be in the newspaper.