Maggie's Presence

After our family/guests left this morning, we started the laundry and clean-up, preparing for round #4, which starts on Friday. The heat and humidity slowed us down and we decided to take some beach time. After all, we have a wonderful 660' sandy beach and don't sit on nearly enough. It's one of the dangers of having a year-round house on a lake. You're not really on vacation when you're there.

As I sat and swam and felt perfectly quiet and content, I thought of my dear Mag and how much she loved swimming. She lived just down the street, a block from the Atlantic Ocean and never took her location for granted. Her alternative home in NH, was near mountains and lakes and there, too, she always sought life on the water, delighting in fresh water as much as salt water. Earth's waters always restored and refreshed her and made her giggle.

In the last two years, she was rather reduced to sitting in her chosen spot in her living room where as she put it, "My world has become small, Em." I replied that was true, but that her small world was larger than most people's and had actually expanded in many ways. Because of her extraordinary ability to connect with people, with the spiritual, with possibility, this absolutely was true and she knew it. What a gift it was to have had her in my life and to continue to feel her presence.