And then, gently, this island taught me about healing. Let go, people said. Yes, we loved her, and we will never forget her. But we are together in this place for only a little while. Make yourself whole again.
Life is still sweet, and love is still possible.
Isle Madame has taught me about time and mortality and the brilliant interlude between birth and death. I have been here now for more than a quarter of a century, a watchful navigator in the flowing stream of time. People mature and flourish and fade. The Skipper and his generation are gone. Those who were middle-aged when I came are moving into the serenity of age.