I decided to spend the day foraging and cooking a holiday meal since cooking for one is never as much fun and my singlehander big brother/kindred spirit is still my anchorage neighbor.
I kayaked to shore to pry shellfish off the low-tide rocks for fishing bait, but after hours of trying, I still hadn’t caught a thing. 😭 The tide was still low enough that I was able to return to shore and harvest loads of limpets and oysters for chowder... but I nearly swamped the kayak trying to get back out in the incoming tide! 🌊 Then I made a mess of Windfola’s cockpit shucking oysters... and I cut my thumb pretty bad 🤦♀️🔪
All in all, it took me all day to forage and cook the meal, but the outcome was totally worth it, and I finally opened an especially meaningful gifted bottle of wine from a boat captain hero-friend of mine. 🍷
I lost almost all of my birth family in childhood, but life has taught me over and over that one’s family is all of humankind. Our hearts weave one great fabric, and we are not divided. Look across the water at your neighbor, and even if the distance between seems vast, know that love needs no material thing to build a bridge between you. It only needs your permission.