It is Sunday in Martha’s Vineyard and the rain has tucked my people and I into a cozy pocket of the world. So many of us have never been here before.
The flowers around me are well loved. Stretched out and nourished. Taking up space. They have what they need. Like they have found abundance and welcome people to discover this place as such.
The air is thick and salty during the rainstorms and not even my strong coffee distorts this. But no storm seems to penetrate the beauty of this place.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Deeply, By Tangina Stone. to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.