That whole trip stuck with me. I remember the Christmas lights walk I took and jumping at some wildlife that made noise in the bushes just off the path. I remember laying on the pavement to capture the outline of a palm tree and the stars beyond with my phone. I remember climbing over and under driftwood on St. Andrew's Beach to find just the right spot to watch the sunset and then realizing the tide was still coming up and would make my trek back a bit more challenging. I remember the early morning fog on Driftwood Beach and feeling the cold water rush over my feet as I tried to capture the movement with my camera. And I remember how I set out on my scooter with the intention of losing myself as I describe in the linked post.
That trip was one of the most powerful things I did for my healing. So I'm really enjoying re-reading my social media memories and blog posts from that time. I admire how bold I was.
There was no way I could repeat that experience with the same magic this year and I didn't need to. I'm in a different place now. I was ready to make my own Christmas at home. So after a beautiful Christmas Eve which I wrote about yesterday, this morning started early with a cup of hot coffee as I watched the fog lift as night became day. I put on a playlist of piano Christmas music and admired the blooms on my Christmas cactus.
Around lunch time, I opened a bottle of champagne and sipped as I read and wrote and enjoyed the breeze coming in my open patio door. I talked to my parents in the afternoon and then I put on a movie and turned on the Christmas lights and curled up under a quilt my Grandma had made.
It was such a wonderful Christmas. And tomorrow I'm going to go find the cranes. This week's crane count at the wildlife refuge north of me was 22,000 Sandhill Cranes and 18 Whooping Cranes plus another 21,000 ducks.
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