Sea for Two: A Journal
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Anne E. O'Neill
Anne O’Neill, M. A., University of La Verne, is a native of Pasadena, California. She worked as a scriptwriter in Hollywood, is the author of 2 previous books and one to be released in 2015. In her teaching career, she always made the creation of poetry an important part of her curriculum. She now lives on the awe-inspiring coast of Oregon and the muse is still active. Benedictusnunstory.com
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Sea for Two - Anne E. O'Neill
Sea For Two
A Journal
Anne E. O’Neill
Copyright © 2013 by Anne E. O’Neill.
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Contents
Remembering
Crosscurrents
Walk On The Bluff
The Journal
The Ocean Bluff House
Flowing With The Tides
Carried By The Currents
Reeling With The Wind
Approaching Storms
The Pull Of The Sea
Where Spirit Dwells
Migratory Seabirds
Beware Of Swivel Chairs
Sold! Ocean Bluff House
The Mariner
Reflection
On The Horizon
Stand-By
image1.jpgTHE SEA COTTAGE
To
Anna
Mother
Mentor
Writer
REMEMBERING
O Great Water Coming Down Place where the river meets the sea! Place of power on the earth where the veil between worlds grows thin! Dear Gualala, we hardly knew you—a scant ten years. We knew you, though, in the best of times before the many discovered your beauty that inspires the spirit and your rhythm of life that flows with the tides. Sunrises of pastels gently wake your coastal world from sleep; sunsets of blazing hues signal time for rest. Never two the same, morning or close of day and at times obscured by shadows of fog. Your stately redwoods and staunch pines march fearlessly down to the sea, bending to the force of mighty winds. You draw the whales and the dolphins, the winged ones and the deer—and us. Dear Gualala, we remember the time before the ocean view was obscured from sight when walking through your town and the welcoming baa of sheep was forever silenced. We knew you then. Once upon a time…
image2.jpgThe Town on the Ocean Bluff
CROSSCURRENTS
1978
Our future was planned. Or so we thought. My husband Joseph and I were both secure in our professions. He was psychologist and Director of a Pain Management Program at a prominent rehabilitation hospital in Los Angeles. I was vice-principal of a lovely school bordering a golf course and, as the principal was retiring, on my way to becoming his successor in the fall. We had the luxury of escaping to our beach condo on weekends to relieve the tension of our demanding jobs. We had it made, as the saying goes.
Joseph and I had been married for the proverbial seven years
so maybe it was just an itch but that itch was about to change our lives. It would not be the first time for either of us. When Joseph and I first met, he was coming out of a divorce and I was coming out of a convent. So here we were, at forty-something, considering pulling up our roots and starting over. It was one more leaving all things: extended family, aging parents, big city life, fine restaurants, many good friends, secure jobs—and home.
Our destination was to be the small town of Gualala on the remote North Coast of California, population five hundred and fifty-six hardy souls. We knew little of the area’s history but learned it originally had been inhabited by the Pomo Indians. With its long and colorful history, it finally made the travel section of the Los Angeles Times in the early 1970’s. Having magnificent redwoods as well as the mighty sea, it was featured as an ideal place to vacation and so we had—several times. Each time we felt an irresistible tug of Being. To actually move there had been Joseph’s idea. Why not? Well, I could think of a lot of reasons!
My state of indecision persisted and led to sleepless nights. What? Leave the world—again? The remote wildernesses sounded all too much like a cloister with no amenities! I summed up my feelings in three words and recorded them in a spiral notebook: I feel fear.
This profound and accurate insight was followed by two columns of pros and cons
and finally a fragile position statement.
Oh, to begin a beautiful new life with Joseph! He is so strong in his position, saying a little too often, I have to get out!
This, I know, is due to his disillusionment with his work at the hospital. I am in such a different place, pulled in two directions. Still, something nags at me, insisting that this is the time for radical change. Now! I choose to plant this seed of change within myself. And I shall nurture it. Yes, I do feel fear. So what? When is dying to the old, the known, not fearful? All the doubts, conflicts and even the aches and pains of anxiety, I tell myself, are signs of living . . . of growth.
We subscribed to Gualala’s local newspaper, The ICO
(Independent Coast Observer) which we received gleefully each week. I never failed to dutifully pour over the real estate ads, on the look-out for something affordable—and ocean front! Talk about dreams! Finally, I came upon one gem:
Ocean bluff house for sale…
That’s all I needed to read. Ocean bluff
fed my agile imagination. I had to see that house! I felt it would put some spine into that fragile position statement I had recorded in my notebook. Gradually, I wore Joseph down with my pleading to go north. Why not? Suddenly, the shoe was on the other foot. Now I was taking the lead. We flew to San Francisco the next weekend. The drive to Gualala from the airport, of course, took longer than the plane flight. It was three plus harrowing hours around one blind bend in the road after another, a road that seemed to hang out in space over the blue Pacific, giving an ever-changing perspective of the sea. My eyes were shut for most of the trip.
We checked into the Gualala Hotel, vintage 1903, hung our clothes on the wall hooks and sought out the bathroom down the hall. I knew it! I said to myself. Before leaving home we had made an appointment with Dale,
an agent with Pacific Real Estate. It was the time before the area had been discovered and the consequent real estate boom. He therefore had very little to show us—but what he had he insisted we see: a cold uninviting house on the meadows of nearby Sea Ranch,
a rather modern house in the redwoods and an abandoned cabin on the Gualala River.