Hog Island Oyster Company
Last night, I left the family Christmas Eve dinner before the pasta and seafood was served. I lost my appetite for food and company. Retreating, I fell asleep watching my favorite holiday movie \”It\’s a Wonderful Life\”. I woke up from a dream this morning, Scott was writing me a letter, the last sentence in cursive reading \”You can find me at the park\”.
This morning, Christmas, I know I cannot go back. I cannot return to the safety of the life I had before. I cannot go back finding comfort in family. I cannot go back and live in Sonoma where I lived before I met Scott. I know the journey ahead of me will be a road I have not taken before. The time is not here yet for me to venture forth. I feel stuck and frustrated in some ways, because of COVID.
I have to be patient for the doors to open while doors are shutting now. I am not good at being patient.
In the meantime, while at my old \”home\”, I will travel the back roads searching for the mystery and meaning behind the pain.
The meaning maybe as simple and complex as meeting a cat named Sophia, listening to a flock of sparrows chattering and singing at the Church of St. Francis, a baby fawn searching for me behind a window separating one world from the next, a sunrise so beautiful it takes my breath away, watching a flock of coots splash and play in the river by the sea as seagulls glide over, it could be the message I received the other day to remember to follow the \”flute music\” , the music that might guide me to a place or a person along the path I am supposed to meet in the future.
Who knows? Every moment unfolds one mystery to a revelation to another mystery as I search for the meaning in all of this.
I just know one thing for sure. There is no going backwards.