Edisto as Eden Isle

The moon is almost full and I awoke last night to see blue light splashed all over the grass outside Rosy's window. The frogs are still croaking from the rainstorm we had last night. I had forgotten to close the doors to the shed, so I had to wrap myself in a towel to run the 10 yards to secure the double door, in the rain. Rainstorms here are no mild thing here on the island, and I returned soaked by the buckets of water dropping from the sky. How grateful Rosy is dry and lit. Beau, the dog, was shaking and diving for cover. During the night the sky cleared, as most storms do, and the stars came out. There is something very powerful about living inside this natural world, about not being so insulated by housing that barricades me from the outside. It feels like something we humans need more of to be content. I cannot remember enjoying my life so much as I am right now. It feels challenging, and this more simple life requires of me. Meeting the challenge is essentially a human need I am coming to believe. The sun is waking the birds now. I understand Mary Oliver's poems in a new way. This is my painting called "Edisto as Eden Isle".