"i will be less fastidious in future & willing to write clumsy things, rather than none. Ever your friend. . ."
~(a Letter from T. W. Higginson to Miss Emily Dickinson.)
What a tiny smattering of posts i have written for these many months.
I thought of you, the ones who used to visit. I thought of you a lot.
i saw something so lovely a week or two ago,that, as always, i thought about how I'd write it to share with you.
On Resurrection (Easter) Sunday, my husband and I were on the rim of the Outer Banks, spending all day on a wide mostly empty beach slated with thousands of shells. Windburned, stormy haired, and creaking from the long hikes over dunes, we tucked in at a little restaurant late in the afternoon, at a window overlooking the Currituck Sound. The sun sank low and struck water hard with the broad side of its blade and scattered sparks that entangled in the lashes of my narrowed eyes.
"Where has the paddle-boarder gone?" through each course of our meal, we had watched a lone, male paddle-boarder criss-cross the splintered light, silent, lean, and swift, setting the rhythm of our time together.
"He's brought someone back with him," husband gestured with his fork toward the glass, moments later.
The man had let his paddle board drift so that he could hold a surfboard steady as his female companion climbed on, and then she bent to lift her sail like a butterfly unfurling in a field of glitter. With nothing left to do for her, he stood upon his board and watched her glide away. We watched them both.
And then, as our time drew to an end, the silhouette of man and woman standing on water, slid back to one another, the tips of their boards crossing.
Even now writing this, i narrow my eyes, and sparks tangle in the lashes like stars and i remember, how husband held my hand, at this end of all our years together on Easter Sunday, and the silhouette of man and woman on the water was the song of Resurrection and yes, of Marriage, that accompanies me still, here, as I write to you.
And i want to say, in a clumsy way, that a wife can stand on her own when her husband neglects her, but a man who comes along side his wife, who uses his strength to aid her, who watches and waits and goes out to meet her in her calling, can bring a resurrection of spirit that is divine in origin.