Ran in Colt Park today. While running down surprise hill toward the water, I caught a scent of the bay. That’s when the memories flooded back; The walks down Church Street to board the ferry to Hog Island for Y Camp. Where we had swimming lessons, free swims, family days when mom would quahog and dad would catapult us into the water off his hands. There were family swims in the Kickemuit. Parties at the teepees. Rides around Colt Drive. Swimming at the bottom of Maple Ave, with Aunty Virginia and cousins – Outings to the ocean and beaches like Easton, 2nd Beach and Horse Neck. Later there would be kayaking, Bay Queen rides, and meditation along the shore.
No matter what the year or who I was with or what went on. The bay, harbor, ocean and rivers that surround me have been as much a part of my living as the blood that courses through my veins…
That salty scent is home to my soul…
Ginnie
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“the salty scent is home to my soul”… awesome line! Very nice combination of running and meditation on your blog!