- Fri, 20:02: She's doing it again. I'm sitting in the chair, reading about snails and she's staring. The border collie stare.
- Fri, 20:15: Last year when I came home from VP I was so jazzed up. Now, after the reunion, I have a whole new layer of growth. Connections matter.
- Sat, 13:40: (Struggles into snow pants and cleats) "Why do we live here again?"
- Wed, 12:51: And so it is 32 degrees out and I'm trying to adjust to the concept of winter. Why do I want to go outside again? Easy answer: border collie
- Wed, 12:58: RT @McCVan: Those writers' tears sure were sweet. Thanks for everything #vp19!! #vp20
- Thu, 07:30: RT @timboerger: I'm watching #vp20 and missing #viableparadise and wanting to hang out with all the new people. LET ME HANG WITH THE COOL K…
- Thu, 07:32: RT @CaseyLBlair: Oh, and one last thing: Happy Thursday, #vp20. May you survive the Horror.
- Thu, 07:36: RT @karenthology: You can't take the sky from me. #vp20
Yesterday as an anniversary celebration my husband and I drove to Seward and hiked at Kenai Fjords National Park. Mostly a rain forest, we hiked for over an hour. Here's a view of Exit Glacier, which has receded significantly since I was there 22 years ago.
When I was in California I stayed in a vacation rental that was on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It had wonderful views when I came up for air after working on paperwork.
The table I mostly worked on. From the back deck.
My family. My inheritance. Generations of ranchers. Lost.
I needed to return to my home town to get deeds to show my mother retained mineral rights in the land that was sold to pay my father's debts he'd accrued through an alcoholic haze of bad choices.
What could have been a sad journey turned out to be healing. Another ranch family, known to mine, eventually gave their land to a land trust. The ranch is still a working ranch, open to the public. I hiked there two consecutive days. This ranch is about 4 miles west of the land I grew up on. I felt really happy, hiking. Grasshoppers whizzing up reminded me of hours spent in catching them. A red-tailed hawk flew overhead. It was quiet save for the west wind which kept the heat tolerable.
View from the top of the hill.
"Today, I respect the changing garden of my life. I focus on those areas that are in blossom and I allow other areas to lie fallow knowing they, too, will blossom in turn."
--Julia Cameron in Transitions