November 12: After class, my yoga teacher recounted the thrill of her son’s Bar Mitzvah a few days earlier. So much to learn, so much to plan, so much life-affirming energy to give and receive. As the evening drew to a close, she said, she was ready for bed. And there was her son in the center of a joyous group, yawning broadly, and still spinning his wheelchair in the tight happy circles of someone who wanted his special evening to last forever.
November 13: Wind! Along the southern tip of Assateague Island, Kevin and I watched as ocean spume reached higher than the sand dunes, like a momentary cloud uncertain whether to advance or retreat. Wind scoured the beach to reveal a subsurface the color and density of coal. Wind made rivulets in the dunes and flung crystals into our eyes. We were awed by the commotion. A seagull, however, took a milder approach: she slanted into the wind and let it carry her sideways far out into the surf.
November 14: Walking through the little town of Chincoteague, I turned down a narrow unpaved lane partially shaded in orange and red. Hardly more than a path, the lane held a handful of small sagging bungalows clinging to a creek so straight and still that even its grasses didn’t breathe. In the overgrown patches between the homes sat tiny cabins with cheerfully painted porches. The road, the homes, the creek, the porches — everything in miniature, with a big big heart. I am so glad it invited me in.
November 15: I explored Chincoteague Island on foot for over three hours yesterday and traveled much farther than seven miles. Here was a century-old fire engine emerging from the woods where, elsewhere, a World War I cannon might be. There was a burial mound, bristling with trees, that guarded five or six fallen graves, the most recent 125 years old….
Here was a long-closed restaurant with posters announcing the 1993 Chincoteague Pony Swim. There was an oyster-lined stand of conch shells, $3 each, on the honor system. And here, to my astonishment, was the tiny Beebe Ranch and accompanying pasture where the real-life Misty of Chincoteague lived and played.
Eventually, I reached the sun-sparkling Chincoteague Bay, where I very much enjoyed the boats and views. But when I think back to my time on Chincoteague, it’s the backroads I’ll remember best.
November 16: Is it me, or is this simply the most beautiful autumn folks in the Middle Atlantic have seen in a long time? Have you noticed the rich golds flickering against coffee browns, or the four shades of red on the Japanese maples, or the way the sunlight is so magnificent, gilding everything? FriendBlogger Laurie Graves discovered a Japanese word for this: Komorebi, which brings three characters together to mean “sun filtering through trees.” Read her post at Notes from the Hinterland to learn more and to see her beautiful images. (Autumn was pretty lovely in Maine too!)
November 17: Picture a plastic wheelbarrow with a deep bucket. Now picture a bicycle where the handles should be. And in place of piles of mulch or flowers for planting, picture two little children, helmeted and laughing. Dad was on his way up the hill — pedaling a real bicycle contraption, I believe — to get a little exercise and to delight the rest of us.
November 18: Speaking of horses and fire engines: My friend swears this story is true because she heard it from the former fire chief of the village of Corolla, North Carolina. In Corolla, ponies roam freely over the beaches, marshes and dunes. And, apparently, they roam elsewhere too. You know those automatic sliding doors at grocery stores? Well, more than a few times, the Corolla Fire Department has been summoned to the remote village store to lead clever ponies out of the produce aisle.
Readers, to receive notifications by email each time I make a post, just scroll all the way down this page (next to the “word cloud”), look to the left and click on the black button that says “Join Me!” And if you think a friend might enjoy these, please share the Delight!
If you’d like to browse my past essays, please consult the “word cloud” featured at the very bottom of this post. Find a theme or two that interests you and sift through the sands. Or learn a bit more about my Blog by visiting my Welcome page. You’ll also see links to my four published essays. I’m glad you’re here!