Just a few days

I have been here, on Block Island, only a few days. But they have been filled with family and grandchildren and welcome from friends I have not seen since last year. Tonight, Sunday is the first night we have eaten at home, as the invitations are flying in, and we have had T and M here to say Hi. Though of course my family here and all the Block Islanders are always in and out of each others’ homes, so it is not all just because I have come back. That is the word I am hearing, hey you’re back, I feel I am made welcome and thanks to all. And the place is just one of the most beautiful corners of the world.

Setting off from Point Judith. This place where the ferry leaves is also called Galilee. Whatever its name, on Thursday it was calm and beautiful although there are rainclouds gathering.

Leaving Point Judith, Narragansett, on the Block island Ferry

Guys on the ferry working to get us all across to BI

Block Island on the horizon, what a glorious sea and sky.

Wood stack on the BI dockside

Old Harbor beach footprints

At Old Harbor beach, the winter storms sunk a boat, its skeleton is traced by the sand and seaweed under the water

Out walking on Saturday, Clayhead in the distance

Saturday, Lisa and Socha on the Harbor breakwater

Saturday night, preparing for the Poetry Project “Wild Rumpus”. Lisa untangling the fairy lights, Cindy [says she is used to hanging] sorting out the wall hanger.

BI drummers getting ready

Drumming nearly ready to start

Just a tree outside the family door? There is a cardinal on a branch. Click to full size and look. Now I know I am here.

Pussy willow in the trees around the house here

This one is behind the house, but this whole island is daffodil heaven at this time of year.

Late Sunday evening, more spring branches and sky, wherever I look

The BI bike – this is my transport and freedom – ready to go

Yesterday, Saturday I had two places to go, so I went to both, first to family friends and joined their party, then later in the evening it was the Block Island Poetry Project Saturday evening “Wild Rumpus” a celebration of the Poetry Arts and Dance which we have been ‘workshopping’ since Thursday evening. The Block Island drummers – I took video see the youtube  – I danced – not quite till dawn but at least 2 hours and thought I would suffer for this next day. But no, today I woke without a single ache or pain. There is a message of some kind here, we have been involved in NIA dancing and Yoga and both these body attuned practices and  good company is good for me – or anyone.

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