Today is the 32nd Anniversary of my move from California to Martha’s Vineyard. (MUSICA) On March 5, 1982, at around three in the afternoon, I was bundled up, standing at the rail on the ferry with my eyes tearing in the freezing wind, looking out over the choppy waves at the blurry island slowly coming into focus as we came closer. The foghorn blew from the lighthouse, church spires and chimneys trailing smoke poked above the tree line. When I got there I thought I would look in the paper, find a furnished place to rent and stay for three months. I wanted to see what it was like to live in New England and have seasons. So I was going to see winter turn to spring and then to summer. That was my plan. The whole entire plan.
This is the little house I bought about a week after I arrived. Buying a house 3,000 miles from everyone and everything I had known and loved was not part of the plan. It was actually a bit of an accident because I was at loose ends and there was a really cute old-fashioned stove in that kitchen. So now I had a 9′ x 9′ bedroom to decorate in forget-me-not blue wallpaper where I would wake from now on and see snow falling outside the windows, or leaf shadows shimmering on the walls. Me and three kitties to keep me warm. The doorway to my future and in such an unsuspected place.
The thing I love most about time passing is how I can look back and see everything falling into place. Just as it was meant to be. Thirty two Years! The best accident I was ever in! My prayer:
Sky, be my depth;
Wind, be my width and my height;
World, my heart’s span;
Loneliness, wings for my flight.
♥ Leonora Speyer