It’s an unforgettable book 💛. Yes, the heaviness was pretty all-consuming when I wrote this poem. I felt so much better crossing back (time with a friend was such a help).
I read it , and at some point was taken to see the movie. Perhaps it’s my neurodivergent mind, but all I recall of it now is that it made me want to live in an island, without other humans .
That island longing has stayed with me for nearly sixty years…and taken me to many, though family r responsibilities have kept me from actually moving to one . Funny how our minds wrap around things in different ways.
When I first read it, I wanted to live on an island too—if I could be so self-sufficient as I remember the main character being. But I hated that the real-life Lone Woman died so soon after leaving. It colored the book backwards for me (but I couldn’t stop reading it).
It is a difficult burden to live with fears but that seems to be a consequence of living and so we must live with it. Good job, and thanks Margaret. We are soon to head out to Swans Island, off the coast of Bar Harbor.
My fifth grade teacher read Island of the Blue Dolphins to us.
That was probably around the time I read it, too :).
Love this and you!
Thank you, Mom. I love you too.
Wow, I haven’t thought of that book in years. Time travel!
Isn’t it!?!? I haven’t read it in a long time, but it has never left me.
There’s something so powerful about this line:
I’ve never been where I’m going.
Thank you, LeeAnn 💛. I meant that literally, but I can see now that it applies to so much more. Thank you for pointing that out 💛.
I definitely remember that book! I hear the heaviness you are carrying in your words. I can relate to the heaviness of fear.
It’s an unforgettable book 💛. Yes, the heaviness was pretty all-consuming when I wrote this poem. I felt so much better crossing back (time with a friend was such a help).
I read it , and at some point was taken to see the movie. Perhaps it’s my neurodivergent mind, but all I recall of it now is that it made me want to live in an island, without other humans .
That island longing has stayed with me for nearly sixty years…and taken me to many, though family r responsibilities have kept me from actually moving to one . Funny how our minds wrap around things in different ways.
When I first read it, I wanted to live on an island too—if I could be so self-sufficient as I remember the main character being. But I hated that the real-life Lone Woman died so soon after leaving. It colored the book backwards for me (but I couldn’t stop reading it).
I’d forgotten that aspect. The rose-coloured spectacles of retrospection…
It is tiring to be scared all of the time. Worry is a thief.
It is a difficult burden to live with fears but that seems to be a consequence of living and so we must live with it. Good job, and thanks Margaret. We are soon to head out to Swans Island, off the coast of Bar Harbor.