Monday, April 28, 2008
9,200 miles separate my sister and me. And different cultures, dialect, mores and lives. She lives in Western Australia, and I in Portland, Oregon. The last time I saw her was in 2001. We used to be very close. Now? Not so much. 9,200 miles is a long, long ways away. But looking at her stunning photos on Flickr I can see her life, her kids and husband, and the amazing landscape of Australia. Seriously. Amazing. Especially now since she's been "on holiday" in the northern and remote area of Exmouth. The photo above is Mangrove Bay, near the Ningaloo Reef. Their own beach for the day.
Last week we received in the mail a paper "blog" detailing their journey, along with a map, a pinch of the red sand from the area, and lots of details and drawings from their journey. I look at it every day and read a bit. I feel those 9,200 miles shrinking.
I gazed at the blue of the sky and the water, and the horizon, and later that day, saw in my own backyard a sea of blue. A wave of blue forget-me-nots have made themselves at home in the garden. My little blue ocean. And I thought of my sister's ocean. And all of the ocean in between us. And I smiled. Beautiful.