Wylde Women Dancing Totem by Tammy Vitale.

1.  9/1/09 Rehobeth Beach, DE:  it is 67%, a harbinger of Fall approaching in the early morning.  From the North a strong wind whips up whitecaps, waves race each other to shore, seafoam somersaults across wet sand.  The world is populated only by Plovers, a variety of gulls, and me, standing rapt before the pound of surf.  Salty spray wets my hair and my eyelashes.

The sun is rising.  From my stomach something else is rising: unnameable and full of yearning; a recognition of the power of endless water – it's kinship with the salty fluid that runs through my own veins; the clarity of connection at a very basic level.  The longing for this to last lodges in my throat, causes a sharp intake of breath, might yet manifest as tears.  The seconds extend and extend.

It is here that I open without thought to my true self – to the Wylde* and Wise Woman I am when the stories end and really true begins.

In the space desires rise, drift away.  When I meet myself I am complete and perfect in my human imperfection, and it is enough.

9/2/09.  I rise at 6:30, take 30 minutes shower, 15 to dress.  The clock ticks steadily forward to departure.  My last day here.  I walk 12 yards or so to the beach.  Today the wind comes directly off the water and is gently warmer than yesterday, the water no longer capped white and frothy, waves rolling over each other like puppies.

I check the clock at Grotto's Pizza.  It is 10 minutes to 7.

The sun climbs.  The sky is distantlyrobin's egg blue; closer in, dense charcoal gray clouds sit motionless despite the wind, place holders as far as I can see – all the way to the horizon.  The sun slides behind the largest cloud, directly in front of me.  I look down, following a rollicking wave with my eyes, wonder if it will reach my toes.  I look up – there are rainbow prisms all around the cloud's edges. 

Not impressed by the sun's virtuosity, a young Laughing Gull, all brown and white feathers, sidles up to me hoping for a morning snack.  Finding none, it walks down the beach between the perfect tires tracks of earlier beach vehicles, leaving its own trail.

Every day the sun follows its track across the sky.  Some times you can watch the long arc as light moves into dark; some days you can't.  The wind blows or doesn't blow; the water is calm or it isn't calm.  The shore birds find food or they don't.  Rainbows appear and disappear even when no one is watching.

I turn.  The clock over Grotto's Pizza still says 10 minutes to 7.  This is not magic.  That clock always says 10 minutes to 7.  Sometimes thing work better when they don't work as originally planned.

3.  Readers who come to read the "thought for the day" will soon have the opportunity to have a "thought" delivered every day to their email inbox!  This is in response to the time and time again I have been emailed:  "thanks – that thought was just what I needed today!"  How can I resist that kind of feedback?!

I am learning how to use an autoresponder so that I can load it up and you can get your quote without waiting for me to blog.  The timing is not yet set, so leave a comment here if you want to be sure you get a notice when everything is set up, and I'll be happy to send you an email and let you know when all is ready and running.  We will all cross our fingers and send out vibes to the nice software to work easily with me, right?!

4.  I will soon have pictures of yet another new ceramic creation:  Sweet Hearts.  And new Possibilities Tiles aren't far behind; formerly the more mundane Prose tiles, the tiles, thinking Bigger, have chosen a new name for themselves – honestly I didn't make that up.  I woke up and was informed by something that from here on out, mundane was not acceptable.

Hope your world is as juicy as mine! (if not, leave me a note in the comments, and we can work on that together!).

thought for the day:  Since the Universe seldom keeps us from our lesson learning opportunities, here's a fun and somewhat comforting attitude to embrace.  Look at the challenges presenting themselves to you in your live and be GRATEFUL for them [yes, even software that has it's own thought about how things should be], because if you didn't have these particular challenges to learn from, you'd have to go and find OTHER situations to help you learn these lessons.  Katherine Q. Revoir Spiritual Doodles & Mental Leapfrogs :  A Playbook for Unleashing Spiritual Self-Expression

*Rather get into telling you all about Wylde Woman, I will send along a poem that shows her to you.  Just email me or leave a request in the comments.