Dispatch From the Caribbean 3

Dispatch From the Caribbean 3

The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look at the sea all day. As long as it takes to pass A ship keeps raising its hull; The wetter ground like glass Reflects a standing gull The land may vary more; But wherever...

Dispatch From the Caribbean 2

Dispatch From the Caribbean 2

“Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.” - Walt Whitman  There are moments when you feel an action. Something...

Dispatch From the Caribbean

Dispatch From the Caribbean

We arrived in St. Croix around three this afternoon. The atmosphere was a bit heavy, some weighty humidity. The wind carried in an air of salt — mnemonic zephyrs of days yester. Scents have an uncanny power to conjure old memories. Catch a whiff of the sea when you...

Something for the First Time

Something for the First Time

A fella posed a question the other day that caused me pause...  He asked, “When’s the last time you did something for the first time?”  Not when’s the last time you did something again for the first time in a long time. But the last time you did something for...