” The world today, ” Beston writes, ” is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot”. 1927
Dear Sisters,
If you’re just stopping by for the first time in a while let me catch you up! Some of us are in the final pages of Henry Beston’s,The Outermost House. And, oh what an adventure it is to live as he did day by day, hour by hour, sometimes minute by minute on the great beach! Whether you’ve been reading along or not, what could be better than to visit The Cape Cod National Sea Shore after reading about “life in the dunes” in Henry’s, The Outermost House? Grab your sunscreen, your favorite summer dress and join me on the summer seas!
I just missed an opportunity to be the docent at the Fort Point lighthouse in San Francisco Bay. It would have been great to live in my RV next to the building and give tours to those who stopped by. The nice part about living here is the ability to be on the shore within seven miles in three directions. Ah! I love your shoreline and hearing about your trip to the Cape Cod National Seashore.
Oh thanks for a wonderful day trip!! I can almost smell the wonderfulness of the shore. God bless.
Thanks Deb, so enjoyed this !!!
Hey Deb! Loved your blog! I hadn’t got around to reading it until today, well, because I have been reading the book that you recommended! I am enjoying reading about the sea, especially after returning from my trip to the Outer Banks. The ocean has such a magical quality about it….Beston has such a great way of putting it into words.
Thanks for steering me in the direction of The Outermost House!
Oh Dear Sister Deb,
I am so inspired to read Beston’s Outermost House and Thoreau’s Cape Cod because of your inspiring blog. I live in Los Angeles, but my heart belongs to rural beaches…we have a multi-generational family beach cottage in Cambria, California but there’s a mystical draw to the eastern sea board that comes over me every summer. Perhaps it was my 7year old summer on Long Island in 1977 with trips to Nantucket and Cape Cod…the vibrant colors, the smell of tar on the warf, the salty air and sea breezes in my frizzy brown hair, the taffy and trying to learn how to needle point for the first time, I believe the yarn was purple and tangerine, the needle was butter colored plastic and grandma (who’s house I live in now) helped me tape the edge. It was in those days that my dad called me a sandpiper because I was always hunched over and looking for a ‘find’ on the beach…my four children are the same…homeschooled on the beach. Today, at 43, the forest might be too far to travel to get away from the noise, but there’s a kelp forest ‘in dem der’ waters, and that’s forest enough for me as I stand on the edge of the Pacific praising God for inventing…beaches that feel more like home than home, and there, I am not alone. I’ll keep following your blog, I’m so grateful you take the time to share and refresh others. Many Blessings to you and yours.