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  • Danielle Holmes

Little Northside



We've landed. It took two weeks to unload, transfer and unpack the container from Connecticut and pack, transfer and load our items from our five months at the rental house in Mahogany Run. I couldn't be happier. Our crows' nest of a house sits on a point where the pelicans, boobies, frigates and herons round our corner at all times of the day. Waves, swells, rip curls and currents that surround our peninsula make symphonies for the aware human, dramatic and persistent melodies in their ever changing.


Today is a Christmas winds kind of day. The blowing travels through our open narrow house from the north. The two palms in our tiny courtyard shimmy and shake as they receive the turbulent gifts of Boreas- the Greek god of the cold north. Even our spaniel, Margo, tried to hide from last night's blowing, harboring herself between me and Dave on our bed. The salt spray coats our windows and our skin, filmy, but hydrating to the thirsty knowns of more still days. The aquarian in me embraces the musical whirring and clearing of all that could be stagnant, but is grateful for the grounding, the nesting, on Tropaco Point and I restore after all of the chaos.


The aqua waters, almost gemlike save for the indigo blends that mark reefs below, hold me captive. If aqua marine had a taste it would be salty with a splash of lemon. The waves are very high today, the foam strokes deep and broad. Brave surfers make their way out to the point swathed in more white than blue with waves 12 feet tall, making them small and insignificant to the mayhem around them.


It could feel ominous, this primal force that meets our manmade perch, and yet I choose "auspicious"as I gaze out and feel more welcomed than deterred. The beauty and the maelstrom. The moments in between that spark a decision to surrender or lean in. I choose both, my awe transcending with a synchronous inhale/exhale. I take in the magic and offer up my gratitude to live this life, with my most loved ones, in my own creative chaos, as Mother Nature has my back and teaches me something new each day.

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