Light gray clouds blanket the Carolina Lowcountry and prospects for sun in the February days to come seem dim. I find myself alone in the Lighthouse....Mary said she had "Too Much Joe" and hopped the 8:15 ferry to the mainland. A thoughtful blown kiss was accepted as she made her departure by golf cart and disappeared up the oak canopied road like a rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. Geeze....I miss her already.
Its not often I get to spend a day at the old Bloody Point Light alone. Normally I too would be on the mainland doing my thing, whiling away the day in my makeshift office. With the economy the way it is, that has all changed and now the historic Silver Dew Winery is where I go, all set up with new-fangled computers with things sticking out of them that let my words travel the Fuskie winds into the sky.
Now if I was one of those guys that get depressed easily, this surely would be the day. No Mary, no tourists stopping by to say hello and when you get right down to it...no people period..just the bald headed eagles soaring high above. Actually its a typical early February for any given year but the overshadowing of bankrupt resort proceedings plies away at my psychie. And....the normally over seeded green fairways and greens of the Bloody Point golf course don't help much, completing the puzzle with "mental brownness" that psychiatrists would portray as perpetual doom as gloom.
But do not fear, my inner self says, remember the words of Mary..."You Make your own reality". "Buck up...."Life is in the living....in the tissue of every hour of every day"....and then there is the old Scottish proverb...."Live today and forget tomorrow....for you are a long time dead". Ok Ok....enough already inner self, I get the picture. Lets get my butt in gear.... lets make some real "funky ass" reality.
Now the best way I know of to make positive reality is to take a long walk. So off I go, down to the beach, power walkin' big time....gettin' those endorphins movin'....struttin my stuff....The world is my oyster, and even though the clouds turn the shimmering waves grey....they look blue to me. And now I'm talkin' my trash....yes sir re: Bob...sayin' good morning to the pelicans....waving with delight to a passing Coast Guard helicopter....chasing frenzied shore birds, and even stopping and talking to my favorite tree...."Well trees are alive like dogs, aren't they....and you talk to your dog".....
A steady gait, and well trained legs, push me onward and a check of my sub mariner shows fifty minutes has somehow flown by. The lighthouse steps welcomes me for some "porch sittin", a flock of red winged blackbirds chatter and cheet as if to welcome my arrival and bionic eyes are enticed by a little patch of green in an otherwise bleak lawn.
A big smile comes over my face and a feeling of true well being envelops my inner soul. That patch of green is Papy's doing!!!!! Missed this morning because my eyes were "fixed" on my Brides departure, snow drop flowers, planted by a former Lighthouse Keeper "Papy" in the early fifties have drivin' their little heads through the sandy earth overnight and will soon grace me with their blooms. Their snow white beauty have welcomed my Bride and I to Spring for ten (10) years and 2010 will be no exception. Soon the lawn will be covered with their glory, my pecan tree will come alive and a new "freshness" will permeate the Carolina Lowcountry. A spirit of rebirth will grace all Daufuskie humans and a spirit of well being will help embrace positive reality. Endless days of sunlight will soon be the norm and my Bride Mary will soon be back from the mainland. Life is Good.
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