the island

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We have arrived.

The sky has been drizzling, as expected. On our first night here, Jon told us that the rain here doesn’t soak in the way it does in Holland. So far, he’s been right. There’s almost always rain, but not the drenching kind. It’s light, almost unnoticeable.

We’ve tried to picture this summer for quite a while, but with no success, lately anyway. It’s not like we couldn’t imagine the landscape; after all, we spent one day of our honeymoon on this very island, breathing in the Sound-scented air, waiting for clouds to dissipate and reveal the mountains (Cascades on one side, Olympics on the other), and gorging ourselves on a bowl of mussels at Toby’s. And our dear friend Trygve, who grew up here, has talked about the island for so long—making it sound like the people have deeper souls and clearer vision than the rest of us—that surely we could’ve imagined ourselves here.

And yet we’ve had trouble picturing it. Maybe it was that the month of May busied itself with classes and exams and sermon-writing, or maybe it was that our internship would be complicated by Jon’s moving partway through. Whatever the reason, our imaginations were obscured.

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So we’re glad to be here. Glad to know. Glad to discover life in this space, among these people, with this water and this air. Trygve insists that we explore the margins of the island. That’s the secret to the island, he says.

What is it about edges? The crust of bread can determine a loaf, a ragged hem can put a pair of pants out of commission, and apparently the edges of the island, where rock meets water, betray the character of the place.

Today is our day off, so we’re going to take his advice and acquaint ourselves with Whidbey and her edges.

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8 thoughts on “the island

  1. If you pay attention, at the margins, you will come across driftwood. It litters the shoreline. Discarded, narly, forgotten, all from someplace else. Driftwood is always at the margins. This is my nudge: driftwood is an insight to understanding the soul of the place you will pastor.

    • Trygve, I recently reread your sermon for G’s and D’s wedding, seeing as how they just had their first anniversary. I love the picture it holds about protecting, honoring, and cherishing the friendship in marriage deliberately, just as Ebey’s Landing has been protected. So important and so worth it!

  2. After he “retired” my father started a church on Camano Island, sort of next door to you. That’s fun to think about!

  3. Thanks for the photos, Grace. We all DO love to see this beautiful place. And thanks for the words, which help us get into another’s (yours!) brain. (…Just started Malcolm Gladwell’s “What the Dog Saw”.)

  4. I feel obligated to read the blog. Just thought you should know. 😉
    (Amazing photos, can’t wait to read more!)

  5. Grace, thank you for the pictures they are great. You are a wonderful writer, I loved reading your blog, and can’t wait to hear more. Blessings my friend! 🙂 PS. We miss you here at Z.

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