My Story

My Story:

After the illness and death of our only daughter, my husband and I decided to rent a boat and go sailing in the gulf of Mexico for a month. This is where, on New Year's Day 2005, we were caught in a storm, shipwrecked and my husband drowned. I have been on this island, which seems to be caught in some kind of portal or other dimension, ever since, free to explore philosophical and spiritual thoughts, yet physically unable to leave.

Other characters seem to be able to come and go as they please however, as I have met a few of them since being here. They visit me every once in awhile. Aquaman and Gypsy Queen were the first to appear. Gollum showed up after, then came El Alejandro and Stick-Paul, into whose dimension I was able to go a few hours before being pulled back to my island. More recently, Mr. Tumnus has been around.

Other than rare visits from these characters, I have the constant chattering of monkeys and sqawking of parrots to fill my days.

Every once in awhile, when the wind is just right, and I am able to power up the make-shift generator I made (I am handy aren't I?), charge my satelite phone, which has internet access (even out here), I am able to post a little something on my current life as a shipwrecked woman. Don't bother trying to rescue me just yet. I doubt you'd find me anyway. This seems to be one of those Bermuda Triangle things. I'm not sure I'm even in the same dimension anymore. But hey, the satelite phone still works, how cool is that?


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The Garden

From Coucoumelle :
I'm thinking the Garden of Eden isn't so much a physical place that disappeared from the earth after Adam and Eve were banished, as a spiritual place that's been here all along, that we just banished ourselves from, through sin. In this garden, we truly can walk naked, in fact, to walk naked is a requirement, because here, there is only honesty and beauty and truth and the things that cloud your vision of that are gone. This is where you meet God, and this is where, if you let someone else in, you are free to see each other as you truly are, and to love, not despite the imperfections, but through cherishing and finding the beauty in those same imperfections that make each person distinct.
Sometimes, when the weather is calm, I light a couple of torches and I sit here on the beach in the dark and I just am. With God. And when I am just being with him, there is no language, and there are no problems, and there truly is nothing missing, I just am. And nothing else matters. And I think, I am free. Because nothing else matters. You can't be held prisoner by something that doesn't matter. And I don't mean that my life doesn't matter, I mean that it doesn't matter that it isn't perfect. It doesn't matter that it isn't even close to being perfect. I can keep on going and I can still be happy, because there IS something that is perfect. And I realize, whenever something bad happens, I can just escape to that happy place in my mind, and walk naked in the garden with God.  There are moments when I quite simply live inside my mind.

As a teenager, I would often go down to the beach not far from my house, to walk along the water and think, and commune with God and nature. I used to do my best thinking there. I have always loved shorelines. There's just something about all that open water in front of you, and the wind, and the gulls circling, and behind, the trees rising up, tall and strong.  You have both worlds at the same time on a shoreline. The openness of the water and the closed-in space of the forest.
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