Hermit Crab

A quick trip to the Island. A long overdue beach walk with a friend I hadn’t seen in months – seriously where have the past few months gone? A stop also at G. Lee Gallery to replenish their stock of The Glory Days of Aimée Bonnard. That very short interlude did me good. It was good to be downtown, however briefly. People were milling about and that felt hopeful. My own hopefulness has been ebbing and flowing, inconsistent these days, sometimes in hiding. Some of the things I’ve been working on are so slow to actually take off. My patience has been tested over and over and over again.

Once I got to the beach and started talking to my friend, I felt a bit discouraged once more. But the saltwater did its trick. It slowly pried loose some of the tension I’ve been holding onto.

My friend and I saw a bunch of hermit crabs. I didn’t think of it until much later, but I have a lot in common with these creatures that borrow houses, change them out often, and at times choose to hide out from the world. Then again, we’re all in borrowed houses and on borrowed time – some of us are just more aware of it than others. How’s that as an insight for Scorpio season?

And speaking of borrowed houses, I’m borrowing a sweet Island cottage next week so I can be there, soak up much needed salt air, and kick off my Galveston walking tours.

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