Friday, February 15, 2013

Birds, Books and Bread


My friend Pam sent a message saying that I seem happier at home than here in Galveston.  It’s true that I have been disappointed this winter. I had looked forward to walking the beach every clement day. Vigorous exercise in salty air is my main purpose in coming here. Sad to say, my body wasn’t up to it. My left ankle swelled and reddened with inflammation every time I took a beach walk. Finally, about two weeks ago, I quit trying.

Being in this lovely place but unable to fully enjoy it is difficult. I’ve been restless, feeling cooped up and mistrustful of my failing bones. Times like these are a test of character, I believe. What does one do when one’s expectations do not become reality? The Navajo principle of being in harmony with reality comes to mind.

Finding joy in the possible instead of longing for the impossible seems to be the solution. I watch the water birds in the bay and canals. I bake bread and have altered the recipe to fit into a loaf pan. I read books that take me away in time and place. Yesterday I went to Fair Isle, Scotland, an island very different from Galveston. I’m going back there today.

I’m biding my time, resting my foot, waiting to get home and see my foot specialist. In the meantime, it’s birds, books and bread for me.

Copyright 2013 by Shirley Domer

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