Dipping my toes into the water yesterday…ahhh. Ohhhh. Brrr. It took awhile to reach the brain stem nerve that computes, “Karen, GET your TOES OUT…not warm at all.” And so today as I went on my morning walk with Maggie along the shoreline, I took a pass not even thinking about stopping. The will is there but not the body. Haha. Oh well, I can certainly enjoy its invitation. And like yesterday too, I was reaping in what creation gives freely…wonder and awe.
Beauty is all around me as I look out across the water to the long stretch of sand dunes, cradled by the open sea to the north and the mouth of the bay to the south. Standing at the water’s edge, I see seashells spread all over, birds playing and chirping away, and all the while I make sure that I do not step in the squishy seaweed left behind from the wake of the tide. Kind of smelly and mushy….and people EAT this stuff!! Hard to believe that would be on a menu of any kind. The stomach wants what the stomach wants.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself that I am living here on the island, a little piece of heaven. It certainly brings peace and joy to the weary soul. Yesterday, my daughter and I took off in Silver her speedy little Jetta (her very first car; I’m a truck person myself) with the windows down, the sunroof opened and the fresh air swirling in and around us as we head out to Cavendish on the north shore. Everywhere you look as we drive along route 20 and 6, it seems to be fresh and crisp as the hues and shades of green meld with the hues of the red tilled fields. Catches you off guard for me as nature seems to have this natural ability to put colours together…don’t need no paint department to see what goes together, just look around. Colour match. Woohoo.
Anyway we get into Cavendish and of course usually at this time of the year things are happening. This is resort central main street, or at least one of them, on the island. But not today. Quiet for June, very few of anything is open….I mean anything! It is kind of eerie. And sad too. But I know that the Cavendish Store Mart is open and so we pop in keeping in mind how to be in the store…overarching theme of the last few months….distance, disinfect, diligence. Shelves are stocked which is a good sign and having the store to ourselves, kind of nice, we peruse.
I love this store because it’s got it all like the old general stores back in the day (not sure what day but I’ll keep to that…back in the day). Groceries, baked goods (yummy and local), island products, swimming and sand gear, household items, clothes, knicknacks, jewellery, alcohol, gifts, books and so on and so on. While I stopped to look at household items, one of the co-owners who is sitting at a back table asked if I needed help. Shaking my head and smiling I said to her “How are things going?” Her face kind of sobered up and said, “Things are slow. I think they are going to be this summer.” And that is when I remembered….staycation.
I am not certain who coined it but the word has been bandied about lately on the radio…staycation. Vacation in your own backyard. Well, why not for goodness sake. I had to chuckle when she expressed her view on islanders as a whole; they do not know their own island. Well isn’t that just a fine how do you do. Is she right? I really like the idea of staycation, getting to know where you live. For Pete’s sake, even I know the island does a fine job tooting its own horn so to speak, drawing people in. The crowds are crazy busy in the summer months. I wonder if this is an unexpected gift…to staycation, gotta love it.
I mean think about it for a moment. You save all year or try to at least, and then you get in the car or on a plane and drive/fly for who knows how long, eating foods not familiar with, keeping temper in/ patience out, worrying for the upteenth time about closing/shutting off/locking whatever at home, maybe even get bunged up (oops…too much information??) and then you finally get there. Rush around and do all kinds of wonderful and great things and then have to turn around to go back home. Now you need to sleep and rest from an exhausting vacation. Sign me up. Instead, staycation, you could consider the less is more kind of ‘cation’. Hop in the car and in a few… from east to west, three hours and north to south, an hour or so…you are there. Less travel – save on gas and road rage; accommodation – at your finger tips; food – got to be kidding (island is known for FOOD); fun in the sun – beaches anyone?; entertainment – everywhere and then some; time – more now; how? – visit the Travel Information Centre. Just saying.
Recently I joined this blog site Cradled in the Waves PEI which is a place for sharing pictures and thoughts about island living…promoting the island flavour. Many followers are either islanders or people who come here each year, have a vested interest in celebrating the island goodness. The images and narrative of those who share have really enlivened my own appreciation of what the island has to offer. I mean I get why people want to leave and get away, explore the world so to speak. There is so much to see but I wonder if one really knows where they live. There are many places mentioned in this blog site that now I have to have an island map next to me.
At the end of the day, you can put your toes in any water. But maybe, just maybe, you look up and wow. I think I’m going to visit the singing sands this week. You got it. Singing!!
Let us pray for all those in need and to the renewal of moving forward in the wake of COVID-19.