Living by the ocean, this is the sign I look for every year that winter has finally broke.
The coast is waking up today!
The first ribbon of water opening as the ice breaks and separates, and the first of the fleet being moved into place. The lobsters are coming out of hibernation, and the fishermen are shedding their thick outer coats of polyester.
I like the rhythm of a season finally finding its feet.
๐๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฒ๐๐ปโ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐บ.๐๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด,๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ. He doesnโt push her to talk.Doesnโt try to cheer her up.Doesnโt mistake action for love. He just stays close.Steady.Quiet.There. Because sometimes the most loving thing a man can dois hold the umbrellaโand let her feel safe, even in the…
Neglect doesn’t always look like walking away. Sometimes it looks like staying, but no longer being curious.
๐ฆ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ปโ๐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ.๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต, ๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.They wonder if he ever became the man she knew he could be.This post is for her. He was the one left behind, and so walked away.And yeahโit broke him,in ways he didn’t know he could.But it also sharpened him,softened him,shaped him. He didnโt come back louder.He came…
Some things stir you for a momentโand fade.Others settle into you with comfort.They donโt announce themselves.They just stay. And thatโs what matters.
Some people donโt need words either. Their beauty is felt.I’m posting PEI summer in the middle of winter, because today needed a reminder.
Some women see stillness and assume it means heโs waiting.For her. For a sign. For permission.But stillness can be motionโjust internal.๐๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.๐๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ.
