birds in a barrel's mission is to release creative nonfiction into the wild.

40 Days & 40 Writes is its first project.


I sit here most summers on the same hard wooden chair, typing on whatever current laptop computer I am using, aware that I'm working while I'm in paradise. What does that say about me? 

I look out the giant picture windows that surround me on three sides. Perched on a point of sandy land surrounded by Katama Bay, I look beyond the barrier beach to the Atlantic Ocean and its pounding surf. Yet I work. Today, the American flag on the bluff's proud center pole is stiff, barely fluttering in the fierce wind that whips the branches of the scrub pines and beach plum bushes into a frenzied dance.

I can barely feel the breeze. The windows. For years I've wondered how the owners of this cabin could stand these windows. They showcase the beauty around me, enticing me to leave my task and play. Yet they also act as a barrier. They do not open. The room with the breathtaking view keeps the outside out. A screen door with holes patched by blue painters tape allows in the only fresh air. In another hour, the heat will start to build and I'll move to the couch to read. When the wind dies down, I'll take my walk along the shore and out to the barrier beach to feel the cold ocean water on my feet. 

Would I sit here longer if the outside could come in? Or would I feel its kiss and run to embrace it? Or would I stay focused on my tasks, relishing the feel of this place as well as its beauty?

Full of Light