Waking Up to the Waves

I love waking up to the waves lapping up on the shore. Up here on the island I look out the windows and as far as I can see north and as far as I can see south past the clear glass balcony railing is a mile of rolling blue water stretched out before me me and it gives me a renewed perspective of the eternal, of the regular rhythms of a grace-filled life. I am at home here on the island, it is a place of peace, love, and delight.


My aunt and I crossed the Narrows Bridge this afternoon to go shopping at the mall in Tacoma.

We had so much fun looking around together and doing womanly things. She saves the girly stuff up for when I come to see her. There were even lots of little tricker treaters to smile at.

Tonight we watched “Dirty Dancing” which my uncle actually stayed to watch with us. He doesn’t quite understand how a person can watch that movie several times over. But we went out to see “The Stepfather” last night (his pick) which, of course, I yelped at. It would have been an outright scream but I already had my hands tightly clamped over my mouth. Then they brought up the movie, “Taken” which they had on their available movie list. I told them I’d already heard about it, that Peggy told me I shouldn’t watch it until after I got back from Africa. Oops. We watched it anyway, and, well, lets just say if any of you wanted me to be super careful and ready to obey my “handlers” as Peggy calls them, you just got your wish. I was going to be careful anyway but now even more so. I hope I don’t have any nightmares tonight. Last night I didn’t and had a good friend in them instead. I hope she comes back tonight, I could use her there after a movie like that. It’s a good thing I’m in a place with people who love me because this is exactly why I don’t watch scary movies. They scare me.

I am going to step out on the balcony for a while and look across the water at the lights. Hi God.


Thank you God for these shoes!

365-09 #311

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