trying to hang on to the peace from Kiawah

I recall Kiawah with a love in my heart that is always requited when I am there.


I long to embrace its sea breezes and sunny vistas.

I need to feel the saline in my veins and be a part of the sea.

I have to revere the views and believe there is nowhere more sacred on earth.

I exist to go there again and again for each time I find another part of myself.

I am there in my mind as I write these words.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh had her island and I have mine.

Without them we would never be real, whole, or complete.

It is on an island she and I both find our peace, our missing grace, and our unfinished lives.

Island life is a life of wholeness.