Sunday, December 12, 2010
The hoped for shift arrives
As is sometimes the case, this afternoon's much needed shift was delivered in a small package by a person -- the coffee/cafe owner chick who is always too cool for school. While there was no "Welcome back, we missed you!" she did ask with half a question mark, you live here right? Half remembered and possibly mistaken for a local, I rode out of my demi-funk a short distance from the point of slow return. It's been a little hard this first week. The cabin is not exactly right, the host not exactly welcoming and the exchange rate sucks, making it too expensive to not watch what I am spending. Wah wah wah. I know, right?
Let me back track though to let you know this morning I spent a couple of hours in the lovely Solace organic spa sauna and hot tub in the forest. I sat in the dry heat and the cool misty air and contemplated not much of anything. I swung by the goat/sheep cheese farm store for some uber fresh, sweet and barely tangy goat cheese that I'll melt into some brown rice noodles with kale and proscuitto ends for dinner. The nearly custardy cheese is amazingly yummy. While posting, I ate a bit with a fuyu persimmon and the thought of a strudel with these two plus some walnuts or a frozen goat cheesey concoction with swirls of persimmon softness and crunchy spiced and toasted almonds has my little chef's heart a fluttering.
The farm's welcoming committee.
December showers bring mighty runoffs to the Gulf Islands and everywhere I drive there are impromptu waterfalls and rising creeks. I love the sound of charging water and find myself pulling over to just watch and listen. My cabin is at the center of the island, the place where the mountains melt into the sea. Head north and the terrain is mostly flat; head south and it is way up and then way down making scenes like the one below fairly common.
We're home now, getting ready to settle in for the evening. Patti Smith's new book is on the coffee table, a stove full of wood is ready to burn and the sunset is stroking the top of the mountains with its languid tongue. I am watching the light change from pale blue to mauve tinted with fuschia and finally navy blue, gently reminding myself to spend more time observing and less time thinking, allowing mother nature herself to quietly lift any circling funk.
P.S. Clever understated design subtly conveys many messages.
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glad you are back at the words. love you ellybobelly
ReplyDeletewhy you in a funk my pal? We love you down here and you're a great writer.Languid stroking sunset tongues....mmmmm.
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