As the magic of the wetlands greets its visitors, Tybee Island sweetly calls you to be at home. This Island has a way of wrapping your physical body in the smells of salt water air, serenades of cicadas and the feel of the kiss of the sun on your skin as if it was a warm embrace from a friend calling you home again.
In the ins and outs of a daily to do list, the familiar scenery of the same daily route to work and the hustles of caring for children, I forgot to be at home in this body at any moment. It is so easy to be a at home in Tybee. This island has helped me remember to be at home wherever I might be. The wild beauty and the people of Tybee called me to return home over and over again to the present! Even as I found myself in a flare with the inability to dress myself I was called again home to the present. I/we gave ourselves to Tybee's call with total abandon!
What I and I hope Jacob, Daya and Adrie will bring away from Tybee is that we can return home again and again no matter where we are. The expanse of the world that we call home is endless and always available. There is beauty in a sink full of dishes...be called home to remember the joy on the faces of the loved ones as they ate together. There is beauty in a calloused aged hand that has reached out to hold mine for 18 years...be called home to remember the love of a touch. There is beauty! May I always be called home in whatever moment I find myself in!
