Simply Living A Life: March 2015

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

frogs

The frogs are roaring.

I'm glad.

I find that as miserable as living in the other house had become, I am missing the acquired familiarity. I feel lost tonight. There's a limbo of living right now and I don't belong anyplace, yet.

The frogs take me back in time to places where things felt more solid. They weren't, but they felt like it, so for that moment, they were.

Point No Point beach and lighthouse

From the northern tip of the Kitsap Peninsula, a low sandspit extends east for over a quarter of a mile into the waters near the junction of Admiralty Inlet and Puget Sound. In 1841, Charles Wilkes of the U.S. Exploring Expedition approached the spit thinking it was a substantial point. On finding that it was much smaller than he had expected, Wilkes designated the spit Point No Point. Previously, Indians had given the point a more descriptive name - Hahd-skus, meaning long nose. The Point No Point Treaty was signed on the spit in 1855 by Territorial Gov. Isaac Stevens and leaders of Chimacum, Skokomish and S'Klallam tribes, ending the Indian wars.