Saturday, September 24, 2011

Tybee Island, Georgia

Tybee Island, Georgia, September 22, 2011

My mother was born in Savannah, Georgia and lived on two of the small islands nearby -- Tybee Island and Wilmington Island. She still has family in the area, so she rented a house on Tybee Island for a month and invited me and my sisters to visit. This is our chance to see where she grew up, meet some distant family members, and just breathe some southern air.




sidewalk just outside our house

So, I am writing from the east coast, eating fresh shrimp, grits, and fele gumbo (delicious but a little too spicy). It's hot and humid here, even at night, and we've already been caught in two downpours with no umbrella. Warm rain is so strange -- you just let yourself get wet and keep on walking. We're all wearing our hair "island style," which means frizzy. It's not very attractive, but it's kind of liberating. There is no point spending any time blow drying, curling, or flat ironing your hair; ten minutes outside and it looks like you stuck your finger in a light socket. Best to just wear a hat.







Hope you enjoy the photos. More to come as the week goes on......


Lacie 

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Autumn Adjustments

Christine, Ember Rose, Lacie
September 2011


I always welcome the fall, but I usually underestimate the time, energy, and focus it takes to adjust to a new school year. I also forget how much dust I will breathe in while the thousands of acres of almonds and walnuts are harvested around me. Oh, and the spiders! Sometimes I wonder if the farmers shake them right out of their trees along with the nuts and then send them over to my house to live. 


While we are focusing our energy on tidying and ordering our lives so we can accomplish our lofty goals, nature is unraveling and leaving her debris at our feet. Such is the order of things.


Change.


Grow.


Learn.


We ALL do this ALL the time, don't we? Sometimes it's hard, and yet we just keep pushing ourselves without stopping to see how much we've already accomplished. My son, Eli, and I made a deal last week:


Everyday we will practice looking for the things we have done right, and be generous with each other when we miss the mark.


My son, Shane, wrote a song called Grow and Learn, and I've caught myself singing it several times this week. The bee-bop beat helps me navigate the changes with a little more bounce in my step. Here it is:







The Weepies have a great song about change as well:









I am grateful for a strong, supportive family, and friends. We help each other through the changes.

 
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