• Island Life
  • Thoughts on the Sea #14

    Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong […]

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  • Thoughts on the Sea #13

    When the storm is over and night falls and the moon is out in all its glory and all you’re left with is the rhythm of the sea, of the waves, you know what God intended for the human race, you know what paradise is. Harold Pinter For other thoughts on the sea, see #1, […]

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  • Thoughts on the Sea #11

    There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath. Herman Melville (Yes, it’s from Moby Dick.) For other thoughts on the sea, see #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, and #10. Coming Next Week: An Island Mom’s Christmas […]