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my endless sea

March 26, 2011

I just need to begin.

To begin.


This blog is called Notes From an Endless Sea.  But here I sit, landlocked … no sea in sight … a coastal mountain range, a fertile expanse of valley and a tumbling of foothills to my West and 2800 vast miles of continent to my East!

What I have discovered is that ‘endless sea’ really is metaphor for that well of inspiration that we each find our own ways to draw from, and for me, a well that is most certainly made more tangible by sense of  ‘place’.

Sometimes it is the south fork of our Mother Yuba River, here in the Sierra Nevada foothills of northern California –– Mother Yuba, with her cleansing waters pouring ‘round sun warmed, rounded granite boulders, welcoming us all, “lie down” she whispers while she takes our troubles from us and offers them to the ocean … sometimes it is the Glastonbury Tor, that first glimpse when coming upon it on a hedge shaded, sheep cluttered lane in the English countryside – an otherworldly vision always accompanied by a gasp of wondrous awe … the Chalice Well, too, into which I once peered and saw myself, thousands of years ago, and heard the voices of a hundred women, singing … or laying with my daughter in the heather and gorse within a prehistoric stone circle surely touched by Brigid, deep in the Dartmoor wilderness, surrounded by the wild ponies … some days it is simply a deep blue sky pocked with white upon white popcorn clouds, all washed with a broad stroke of diaphanous morning orange …  always, always look up!!   … or when I lay my cheek on the red mare’s soft neck and feel her magic shooting deep into the earth, grounding me as I listen to her fluttering sigh … or even the moments like –– just now –– when my Djuna Cupcake, the black lab and border collie of my waking dreams, my sweet goofy heart of hearts runs up to me wearing a huge waggy grin with a wad of my underwear hanging from his mouth (well, that I will explain at a later date).  Laughter, peace, beauty, awe, depth … and more,  they touch, they percolate, they brew and stew and turn into magic, into epiphany –– they are inspiration.  One way or another.

Mostly, my ‘endless sea’ is indeed an endless sea and all of the blessed moments spent at her shore embraced by her calm as I gaze out over waters of cerulean glass from the shade of one of Athena’s olives, or from the prow of an elegant old blue and white fishing caique … into a horizon borne of myth and medusa, Goddess and God, the ancient mariners and the marriage of sun and earth and sky.  Breathing in the peace, breathing out a sometimes-writhing cacophony of thought, breathing out politics and all that bodes of ill in the world.  And breathing in –– again –– peace. The Aegean Sea.  Pure Magic. My literal Endless Sea, gently letting me empty so that I may fill, and begin again …

All of it, the home of my Muse.

So that endless sea has everything to do with the whys of my attempting to begin this blog … it is all of that inspiration that conceived, gestated, nurtured and then allowed me to birth my first novel, All the Little Graces.

I dedicate this space to beauty, to sweetness, to dog pads and cat fur, breathing in the green of spring and the red of heart, to Grecian journeys and far away friends and all of the homeless and weary creatures I meet along my way.  And to my book!

You Need A Blog, they said – Ok – so here it begins.

Welcome to My Endless Sea and all of her notes.

Where is your endless sea?

29 Comments leave one →
  1. March 26, 2011 7:28 am

    An artist with words, you paint a lovely picture.
    Best wishes from a green island in the aegean …


  2. Gergana Dimova permalink
    March 26, 2011 8:24 am

    Thank you, Eleanore, to open the door to a new world – your endless sea! It will be a great adventure for me traveling with you. . .It means a lot to me!
    Deep bow from Gery


  3. Mary Eaton Fairfield permalink
    March 26, 2011 12:37 pm

    I see it all, Eleanore. I feel such joy having a place to read your beautiful writing. Thank you and may All the Little Graces weave its way into the world endlessly.


  4. March 26, 2011 3:40 pm

    What a delightful way to begin the day, coffee by the woodstove, immersed in Eleanore’s lovely musings, whilst the storm continues to pour rain, wind re-engaging yet again. Please carry on, Eleanore!


  5. March 26, 2011 4:50 pm

    Lovely…I can see your sea…and you there.
    My endless see is made of Manganese blue and Indian Yellow with Cobalt for the deeper places.
    I paint them..but my true endless see is made of the beautiful connections here at the bottom of the ocean..where we share and dwell.


  6. March 26, 2011 5:19 pm

    What a beautiful beginning this is–I am so pleased–for me and for the world –that this new channel to the endless sea has been opened for all of us.


  7. Sarah St Michaels permalink
    March 26, 2011 5:27 pm

    Beautiful Beginnings from a Beautiful Lady, I can feel myself laying on the rocks at the Yuba. Your words bring me to the Tazman Sea along 90 Mile Beach. I shall be following your Blog. Thank you for the escape from all this snow. Required reading I say.


  8. Peggy Bean permalink
    March 26, 2011 5:34 pm

    Your words took me there, Eleanor. Thanks you so much. I look forward to more. And how can I get a copy of your book?


  9. Linda Lamb permalink
    March 26, 2011 5:52 pm

    Enjoying the beautiful images soothing soul. Fun to hear a fellow listener of the Chalice Well. LoveLight Blissings!


  10. brucelevy permalink
    March 26, 2011 6:38 pm

    Thank you for a beautiful Entr’acte.


  11. Dana Sherwood permalink
    March 26, 2011 7:13 pm

    Wonderful visions!


  12. Brian permalink
    March 26, 2011 7:15 pm

    MMmmmm, I expected nothing short of magic from you M’Lady, and you have not disappointed xxx.
    Now that you have whetted my appetite ….. where is the rest ????


  13. Breelyn MacDonald permalink
    March 26, 2011 11:15 pm

    Really cool mom – continue, continue!! Djuan made me laugh 😉


  14. March 26, 2011 11:51 pm

    Sitting and watching the freezing rain yet again today- for the umpteenth day to be exact, has been made less of a torture…and now I feel a comfy bit of a warm embrace from your writing. Write on! And on!


  15. Audrey Campbell permalink
    March 27, 2011 1:36 am

    Wow, Eleanore, what you wrote was so beautiful and thought provoking that it actually brought tears to my eyes. Something you wrote struck a chord in me although I’m not sure what that is just yet. Anyway… look forward to reading more and can’t wait till your book is published so I can read it! xoxo

    p.s. Djuan cracked me up, maybe because I can see her walking around with something in her mouth!


  16. Jamie Kettenhofen permalink
    March 27, 2011 2:13 am

    Nicely done… its a good start to a wonderful begining.


  17. Paul Kamm permalink
    March 27, 2011 6:18 am

    You are like water to me…;-) Thank you.


  18. March 28, 2011 3:46 pm

    I can almost feel the healing waters and the sun on bare skin. Thank you for your courage Eleanore, and for sharing your gifts with me.

    Peace to you.


  19. Richard Cervinka permalink
    March 30, 2011 12:05 pm

    Its better than i thought! A LOT better! 🙂
    Just dont tell to many people WHERE exactly our little Island is!! 🙂


  20. Ian Blenkinsop permalink
    March 31, 2011 4:31 pm

    You have put some great images in my mind ,looking forward to more of the same.


  21. kate bennett permalink
    April 3, 2011 6:53 am

    your words are beautiful & inspiring- i suspect for a book writer, this blog writing is somewhat like a songwriter getting out there & performing gigs? may your voice be heard by many


  22. April 11, 2011 8:44 am

    This morning, my sea is an endless green – the almost three-acre yard that already needs mowing, giant oaks showing off shiny green leaves, the tall pines swaying along the little road in front.
    We ate wild blueberries this morning while walking the dogs! Not even mid-April and our deep summer berries are ripening.
    Eleanore, you’ve seen our old farm. Here, three thousand miles away, living in a jungle close enough to feel the salt breezes off the awe-inspiring Gulf of Mexico, we seemed to have given up Spring entirely for Summer.
    Temperatures in the nineties, prickly heat and boards on the deck already too hot for bare feet. Almost every year we have a hard freeze in the Florida panhandle just before Easter. And every year people look up from their frozen, ruined new garden, scratch their heads and say, “Damn. That’s never happened before.”
    This year, I believe it won’t happen. Our pecan trees are tipped with soft new leaves and even their tassels have begun to form. Along the fence line, Carolina Jasmine has come and gone, like yellow strands of Christmas lights along the tops of small water oaks. Mockingbirds are giving away free concerts from every tree top, and the Azaleas have bloomed the way Azaleas do, all at once with a million blossoms.
    It’s so good to see the world through your eyes. Keep it flowing.


  23. pat permalink
    April 23, 2011 12:50 pm

    a very beautifull and heart warming read.


  24. April 23, 2011 12:55 pm

    please write more of your wonderful observations


  25. August 7, 2012 9:18 am

    My life began between two large bodies of water, the Great Atlantic Ocean and the smaller, calmer, Gulf of Mexico, with many smaller lakes in between. As children, my cousin and I had numerous unchaperoned experiences in all the waters around us. When there was no water to explore there were trees to challenge our strength and judgment. When I remember those times now, I can once again feel the joy of having arms and legs, browned by the sun, and growing stronger each day. It was a feeling of “aliveness” that I now must meditate on to recapture. The troubles of the world can wear away at that pure joy for life and its daily living. My endless sea now is looking at it from another side…coming out of it, so to speak, to approach the final growth with a sense of purpose for myself and myself as I affect the world that touches me. I think I will always accept the challenge life presents in similar, but somehow, oh such different ways. With gratitude I approach an endless sea of new experiences.


  26. March 19, 2014 11:57 am

    So glad to have discovered your blog with beautiful stories. My first trip to Skiathos was when people would greet you with their donkeys to help with the luggage. Amazing that people continue to love the beauty of Skiathos. Toula Tsafos


    • March 19, 2014 12:08 pm

      Thank you, Toula! Where are you on Skiathos? I will be there, again, in May-June, would love to meet you! Eleanore


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