Island Time
We lived on island time guided by air, wind, tides, and waves. This year low tide was in the afternoon. The tide gave us a rhythm of long lazy mornings and afternoon jaunts when we could get down the cliffs to the sea. Late afternoons brought crafting with our sea treasures.
The fog guided our days as well. On the land it is a mysterious, beckoning element where the white mist creeps through the tall, dark forest. It is a more ominous blanket when in the boat. So, we watched the skies carefully and planned our boat trips accordingly. This year we had our lovely fog and treated it with the respect it deserves closing our windows to keep clothes dry and keeping our jaunts on the land rather than the sea.
We made a clock this year out of sumac branches and shadows in the hopes that the sun could guide our days, but the fog conspired against us leaving us with a sense of suspension rather than progression.
Like the fog, we sensed our days drifting by until they were suddenly gone.
A beautifully written post. You have made me want to secure my own island... immediately!
How interesting. I live on an island across the country from you and I too am a Waldorf mama. Your island looks so beautiful.
Gathering treasures from the sea was one of our favorite things to do on our vacation this summer, too. We found so many pretty shells, coral, sea glass, and other "littles."