Tuesday, May 25, 2010

the month of may...

Sorry for my lack of posting lately...things have been so busy! May has been a great month for John and me. First, John started his new job with Pulte/Centex homes in Charlotte. So...we moved into a new house in Lexington. Its a great little house, we've been here two weeks, so we're still in boxes but- its coming together and I think it will be great for us for the next year or so of our life.

At the beginning of May, my sister graduated from ECU with her MBA. We're so excited for her- it has been a long hard process, but she worked her tail off- and we were glad we could be there for her big day.











Then began the wedding festivities for one of my closest friends, Tyler, and her fiance Bryson. Tyler and I met day one of nursing school when we were put in the same clinical group, and the rest is history. The truth is I wouldn't have made it through nursing school without Tyler and she is truly one of the best friends I've ever had- I'm so grateful for her and am so excited for her and Bryson and the start of their lives together. Their wedding was BEAUTIFUL. and I am so blessed to have been a part of their day.













Gratitude 28-43

28. warm weather
29. summer thunderstorms
30. my best friend getting married
31. weddings
32. switching to day shift in a week
33. dinner with my husband
34. peach margaritas
35. my sister
36. shutterfly- and how easy it makes it to preserve memories
37. my husband- and his sweet heart.
38. laughing.
39. meeting new friends
40. and spending time with old friends
41. the fact that i live in such a beautiful state like NC
42. the fact that God provides for John and me exactly when we need it, and how much.
43. having a two income household- and understanding what a blessing that is in these times.

Friday, May 14, 2010

The Saltwater Cure







I love this editors column in our state magazine because it just completely engrosses the feeling I get when thinking about the North Carolina Coast. There's something about that part of the country that just draws in the soul, and leaves you in a little more peace than you were before you got there. And today....it is very much on my mind. So here's my tribute to my favorite place in the world- Southport/Oak Island, NC.

The Saltwater Cure
When I was nine years old, jumping around in the old woodshed behind my grandmother’s house, I took a splinter, two inches long, right in the toe.

I ran inside in tears, hopping and holding my foot so she could see the jagged shard deep beneath the skin.

It wasn’t my first splinter. Or my last. But this was different. It needed something more than tweezers.

My grandmother ran warm water in a wash bucket and poured in about a quarter of a box of salt from the Morton’s container.

She told me to sit there, on the edge of the kitchen chair, with my foot immersed in the bucket for about a half an hour. I was fidgety, focused on the pain in my toe. “Be still,” she said, “and let the water do its work.”

Before long, the water had not only numbed my sore toe, but also the splinter had worked its way out. The next time I looked down into the salty water, it was drifting to the bottom of the bucket.

It was my first lesson in learning about salt water’s capacity to mend.

I’ve used this trick ever since to remove splinters, soothe a sore throat, wash out a cut. I have no idea whether this treatment is medically sound, but it seems to make things better, and that’s good enough for me.

A few years ago, I was reminded of the restorative power of salt water during a trip to the beach.

After what had been a long and weary drive from Greensboro, I landed at the Yacht Basin Provision Company, a seafood shack in Southport.

Here, the salty sea air had taken its toll, seasoning the wooden structure and adding a patina of rust to the propane tanks that sit outside the door. Inside, I ordered a yellowfin tuna sandwich off the chalkboard menu and walked out to the open-air deck overlooking the waterway to eat it.

Strains of Willie Nelson singing “Sitting on Top of the World” played over the sound system. Pelicans dipped in and out of the water from the dock, and boats skimmed nearby, a reminder of the omnipresent fishermen, who, on their daily journey of ocean and sky, make their life from this salty sea.

I sat here for a couple of hours and thought about what it means to be connected to the water, to the ocean. I thought about its immense history. About its power to restore, to heal, to mend. About how, as Carl Sandburg said, “it must know more than any of us.” More than anything, I think, it knows how to calm and soothe our souls.

When we are still and let it do its work.

Elizabeth Hudson
Editor–in–Chief









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