I started writing this on the Eve of the Solstice. The trade winds are crashing and the palms are thrashing; a perfect night for a Tropical Druid Princess to be out in the moonlight dancing around a cairn built at the edge of the world.
I have my own personal ’Edge of the World’. Let me tell ya ‘bout it.
I tend to be a little bit secretive and reclusive. I live on an island in the Caribbean that is 25 miles long by 7 miles wide a mere speck in the blue. Normally, I don’t tell people what island. (Pirate) What…do I think you’re gonna come down and look me up to tell me where the commas go. Well I live on the Isle of the Holy Cross, Santa Cruz, or St. Croix, as we say. It’s the ‘big island’ in the US Virgin Islands. I have a bad attitude about us being a US Territory, primarily because we really don’t have the rights of a US citizen, even though we are. (That’s a post for my other blog; here I try to be kinder, gentler and rational) Anyway…We are considered the further most eastern point in the US. Thus, it is said that the sun rises on the US first at Point Udall on St. Croix. My own personal ‘EDGE OF THE WORLD’ and truly when I stare out over the water at this spot ‘thar be dragons’. This is where I go when I hit that brick wall and can’t think/write/be anymore.
Last week a friend called and told me she was going back to Puerto Rico, permanently. She wanted me to go out to Point Udall with her and another friend Friday morning to see the sunrise. It was already late Thursday night. I had worked the Cruise Ship that day and I was tired, I didn’t want to go, but I have said good bye to too many friends over the phone to never see them again, so I said ‘sure, pick me up around 6:15am’.
Sunrise that morning was spectacular. At the last minute I grabbed my camera, the pictures don’t do it justice, but here they are, all the same.
When I started thinking about it. Isn’t it December 21 or 22 of 2012 that is the last day of the Mayan Calendar, the end of the world? Just so you know…my personal take on this is…How did the Mayans suddenly become so knowledgeable? We trust that they knew when the world would end, but do we credit them with other marvelous wonders and teaching. Everyone who wants their personal fifteen minutes of fame need only come up with an end of the world prediction (or start your own blog, whichever is easier). Just sayin… (Rational remember, Barbara keep it rational).
Anyway…I have a Christmas wish for all of my friends and family, especially you lovely people who feed my ego and build my securities by reading my words and ramblings. May you each find you own personal ‘Edge of the World” may it be a peaceful place where you muse may enlighten your mind and you worries be lifted and float into oblivion.
In this next year, be it the last of this world, the last of your life, or the first of the rest of it, I hope you dance. (I know avoid clichés at all costs, but sometimes that’s what says it best.) Dance in the moonlight, dance in the day, dance in the streets or in the private of your own laundry room. Dance in person, dance in your heart, or dance in your mind. Dance on paper with words, dance with your feet, or simply let the light shine out your eyes and let them dance. Listen to the music and move with it. You know I’m gonna.
If you don’t have a personal’ edge of the world’ I’ll share mine. Come on down and see it in person. It only takes at least two planes from the US to get her. It’s expensive. We drive on the left. Everyone is so laid back, services are abominable, but “thar be dragons’.
OK, not a Christmas song, but today...you got a weight...gimme..I'll carry it for a while.