May 16th, 2011

Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

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One of the things I did today was read poetry - Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass - on my bed. It felt so peaceful, straight down to my core. Sometimes I closed my eyes and imagined myself at the ocean, salty wind through my hair and against my eyelids, the sound of the ocean singing into my ear through a shell...and through that, I could feel it all. (I fell into a nap, dreaming.)

I thought of the ocean because my Unitarian Universalist congregation goes up to Ferry Beach this weekend every year. Before university started, I believe I went 16 years in a row, even with crutches and a cane in adolescence. At Ferry Beach, bonding can happen in an instant - the sort of bonding that takes a long while elsewhere.

During my years as a senior youth (high school age, 14-18) I spent much of my time with my senior youth friends in Ziegler room, which has always been the 'youth room' at Ferry Beach. I spent much time there with Arah (Sarah --> SS Arah --> Arah) and Gar (MarGARet), two of my best church friends. Pashi (Ilana) too. And Brandon, another friend. One year we pulled all the couches together to make this big island of furniture and all snuggled together. I had the Monty Python and the Holy Grail script with me, so I read it out to them with all these different voices.

Part of my heart (after 16 years I imagine a large part) will always reside at Ferry Beach in Saco, Maine. (It's Ferry Beach Ecology School and I spent a year there for camp, too - a pretty big part of my going into ecology.)

Arah just wrote on my facebook wall:

So I don't know if you have an exams left but if you do keep faith! Ferry Beach was wonderful this weekend and I really, really missed you. So, because I know how much you love it I took all that goodness and bottled it up. When you get home you'll have a jar of sand, water, seaweed, rock and shells waiting for you fresh from the beach. Try and channel that energy in your last few days of classes or exams or whatever.

I'm overwhelmed. I have the best friends in the whole wide world. I'm so glad that I'm back in the place that I can just sit here and appreciate that. I've missed it.


Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.
[Rachel Carson]
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