By any other NAME

I stumbled upon a new word. It’s similar to a word I love, wanderlust.


Fernweh is a German word that, from what I’ve read from German writings, is a bit hard to translate to another language. It’s one of those wonderful colloquialisms that the people of that location know exactly what they mean and when they try to describe it to others, it takes a paragraph or two.

It is quite fitting that the definition of fernweh would be hard to describe. If you are experiencing fernweh, you need a freedom of movement. The freedom to travel.

While wanderlust is the desire to travel, fernweh is a bit more intense. It is the desire to be in new places with new experiences, new sites. To not quite settle on a home, as the new places and travel are calling. To wrap yourself up in the journey and destinations. To be a bit blue when you are not on a travel adventure.

In researching the word fernweh, I came across what may best define it. It is the opposite of heimweh, the German word for homesickness. Homesick is easy to define for most. That longing for home, an emotional and sometimes physical response to wanting to be with the familiar.

Fernweh. A word, by any other name, would not be the same.


Warming up my cold October BONES

It’s a chilly October day in central Kentucky. I’m cold to my bones.

The first days back from the warm Florida sun are always hard. The return to the Kentucky autumn chill makes my bones feel like they clatter and clank.

The wind whips and reminds me that winter is coming.

The sky is layered in an artist palette of shades of gray clouds. They are a beautiful backdrop from the windows as I light autumn scented candles all over the house. Honey apple, vanilla, and caramel scents are so cozy.

Sweet, hot coffee is even better from my oversized seashell mug. It reminds me of my feet on warm sand, the sun on my face, mesmerizing waves, sunwarm skin.

So many ways to snuggle up and rest from the overnight drive.

Journal new project ideas…

Catch up on calls to friends…

Browse Pinterest from under a quilt or three…

Sort thru shopping treasures…

A sweet lazy nap and a kittycat stretch and yawn….

I’ll start my day in a little while.


Teach a man to FISH

….. and you’ll earn a fried egg sandwich ….

I taught a man to zig zag a gotcha lure today.

The Spanish macks are not running and no fish are biting.

It’s still a beautiful day and I have a new friend. I forgot to ask his name. I do that.

There is a new baby dolphin swimming around with his momma. He is learning to jump up out of the water. It is such a sweet sight. If the fish were biting, I may not have seen them.

Blessed. And grateful.

A gorgeous ending to a precious DAY

I woke up this morning to the sweet sound of a heavy rain on a tin roof.

Perfect excuse to hit snooze and let the pier fishes relax. This fishergirl was sleeping in. I love to storm watch and I especially love to see an ocean storm roll in. Churning grey clouds, salty winds blowing by. This early morning, well before daybreak, my choice was to just slide back into a deep sleep, lulled by the sound of a Florida rain.

Hot, sweet coffee and a walk down the pier planks to visit with friends was a great way to start the day a bit later.

One friend shared tales of Germany, one had pictures of sharks caught yesterday, we checked on friends we hadn’t seen the last couple of days, greeted friendly faces and we got to help a new friend to stand again after falling. The pier can be surprisingly slick in spots where someone has hauled in a net of bait fish.

There were a couple of dolphins to watch swim thru, a gorgeous cloudy sky and great lighting for pictures. How many shades of grey are there? All of them are ready to count in a stormy ocean sky.

Lunch was a delicious array of marinated mozzarella, stuffed olives and other savory treats from the market.

Some casual shopping and friends and calls from home filled the early afternoon. It’s nice to be reminded of who misses you, just a little bit.

The stone crab season starts today so we made some calls to our favorite seafood spots. Wishful thinking that someone would have had the Herculean powers to haul in and prep the beauties.

The beach was perfect today. Truly perfect. Bright sunshine, white clouds in fun and recognizable shapes drifting by, a breeze that cooled us, dark blue deep water and icy green waves right before they broke into white surf. We got a report of a couple of mackerels being caught on the pier but it was so comfortable, we stayed right there.

There are many great places to eat in our home away from home. We feel like locals here. It’s a great place to spend time. We sent out for a fabulous seafood set of dinners, so as not to lose time before the sunset.

After the sun set, washing us in brilliant colors of neons of pink and orange, we packed our gear and headed home.

Trip-trap Trip-trap across my favorite bridge and we were home to share a sweet treat of fancy proportions.

Sweet time with family and friends and nature and treats. Precious. Truly precious.

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