Monday morning

I had a good day yesterday. Started by taking my dog, Jessie, to the park for a good long-ish walk, which is my "normal" weekend (and any other off-of-work day) routine). Then David and I drove down to the shore. We began at Mystic Seaport, an old familiar friend. It was very empty, which always makes me sad. I love it there and want the seaport to survive and more, thrive. But about the time we were ready to leave, it seemed as if more people were arriving. I like the fact that you can hear many different languages spoken there. Then we went to Ender's Island which is just off Mason's Island between Mystic and Stonington. There is an Episcopal retreeat there, with a small and very plain little chapel looking out on the water, across toward Fisher's Island and Block Island. There is a table across the back of the chapel - which is perhaps 12 x 12 feet - where people come and leave ... things, I don't know what you'd call them. In some cases, little medallions showing saints, I think (I'm Jewish, what do I know from saints?), and also shells, and stones, and sometimes notes. Often prayers for recovery or in memory of somone. There was a note about a young man, from his photo obviously a teenager. I didn't read the note, but did see his picture. It's a peaceful place. David says it is his sacred place. The water was very calm, so that it did remind me of "He leads me beside still waters, He restores my soul."

From there we drove to Watch Hill, RI, just across the CT/RI state line, parked, and walked through the sand dunes to the actual ocean. I sat on a log and breathed the salty air. The cloudy day - literally I'm talking here, not metaphorically - began to clear and the sun came out so the still calm water shone, silvery, glittery.

And then we came home.

And I came home to find so many kind and loving messages from family and friends. What a lucky person I am!

Well, that's it for now. Update promised for later.