There’s plenty of hospitality and friendliness and smiles in Texas, that’s true. The visits with friends and family are welcomed fun and needed. The familiarity of what I once considered home, comforts my soul, like putting on a worn jacket when that first chill of fall makes it’s presence known.
I’m keeping my heart open to the realities of my life. There was a time when I struggled to find a place to call home. I longed to find a place to hang my hat, to grow roots, but no more. I’m not running anymore. I have found my places to be, my places to visit with the people I love and cherish. Home for me is my loved ones. The ones who make my heart sing.
Deep down I may have the soul of an artist, but I know after going to visit a museum that I lack the life of an artist. There are many days that I would like to just sit and paint all day, but I don’t. Maybe someday.
I took this photo and it was fun to just stare at it. It doesn’t have to make sense, though it does seem to speak, but it doesn’t have words. If only life can be lived in this way.
I’ve recently marveled at how a seemingly simple art piece can be viewed in multiple ways by people. I can see a kind of an arrow pointing left, but my eyes also want to finish the piece and draw lines to connect the points and angles which then forms a sort of space ship. What do you see?
I was born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas, and I moved only once at the age of 5 to a town 10 minutes away. Most of the first half of my life, I lived in one house. That was a stable time, in a small world.
I didn’t even dream of the rest of the world that was out there and that I would later have so many addresses in it. From the Pacific coast to the Atlantic and back again, I ask myself, “Has the journey come to an end in Seattle, Washington?” “Are we home yet?”
My adult life has been filled with new experiences, cultures, climates and terrain and though, slow, I’ve adapted to most, and some of the places I’ve even loved, but I’m ready to settle down. Or am I?
I’ve lived in these places:
Texas, California, New York, New Jersey, Colorado and Washington
It had to happen, a day of posting missed! I’m not going to fret, I’m human and life happens. So, here it is:
I’m sitting in the middle of a long layover in the Denver airport, on my way to see family and friends. I’m very excited for my 3 week vacation.
But, before I left I had a date with my hub, we enjoyed a sunny day at the Greenwood car show and got a shot of this beauty:
What a fun car!
There were plenty out there. What I had a hard time with is wondering how much or how little they are driven and how much they cost! Some of the cars looked in mint condition, down to the motor. So, that is admirable, but funny how it reminded me of a set of crystal glasses I have lying around in my garage. We’ve lived in Washington for a few years and that box never got opened.
This has nothing to do with cars, but simply a reminder to me that certain things are special and should be saved due to the special memories attached to them, but other things? I’m not so certain they’re doing much good packed into a garage in a box. Or, open the box and enjoy a drink from a heavy, beautiful crystalline object!
My favorite part of the car show was hanging out with my husband, talking about this and that and admiring beautiful cars.
I won’t try to compete with the big news of the day, but instead, I want to say that I choose the side of Love. Real love is a commitment between two people, a lifelong commitment. It is not an easy road and to those that choose to walk it’s path, I salute you.
I don’t take credit for the featured image and I hope that you will check out who made it. I’m glad for it. It’s cool!
So, I discovered, that since being “dive bombed” by a crow (3 times!) that I have developed
Corvidophobia. The fear of crows.
I guess if there’s a name for it, then I’m not the only one. crow haters unite!
Instead of feeling crazy, I decided to take it upon myself to look up a list of phobias and honestly, reading it helped so I had to share. And, interestingly, my current phobia, corvidophobia didn’t even make the cut, but Xanthophobia did? the fear of the color yellow?! Now, I wonder, did it make the cut because it sounds so cool to say xanthophobia?
My fear is actually a bit more difficult to pronounce and spell: cor-vi-do-phobia. Anyway, the point is to look at this list and be able to laugh at fear and how irrational it can become and paralyzing! And that almost anything can become a phobia.
Nevertheless, I don’t think that after today that I will become a corvidophile. That is the opposite. A crow lover or obsessor. Nope, don’t see that happening.
I want everyone to know, that I am NOT a fan of crows and apparently, they’re threatened by me! For the third time, I’ve been targeted, a crow dive bombed me! It touched my scalp!!! Ugh, and this was on the way to breakfast at Queen Mary.
The tea experience managed to help me out of my bad mood by the friendly service and ability to maintain my “idea” of what having a tea is with cute ceramic cups and tiara. They also managed to help me feel right at home in my business casual attire. I didn’t feel as if I was underdressed by not wearing a dress. And of course, the food and tea were devine. Fresh, tasty and the decor was appropriately English. (this coming from a Texan chicana!)
This was my last outing with my friend. We had a fantastic time visiting with each other and I will apologize ahead of time for the melancholic postings which may follow while I recover!
On the other hand, I look forward to time with my husband, before I jet off to Texas!
There are many things to do in Washington State. But, if you’re looking for serenity, then you must take a ferry to Bainbridge to visit The Bloedel Reserve. This is a beautiful forest garden, and it’s no ordinary place.
“The Bloedel Reserve is a place where people find refreshment and tranquility in the presence of natural beauty.”
My friend and I felt as if we stepped into another enchanted land. We drove across the island and parked and discovered 150 acres of lush beauty where ferns, flowers and trees blow freely in the gentle breeze uninterrupted by too much human interaction while at the same time, inviting humans to its tranquil emotional restoration.
One of the highlights of the trail will lead you to a bench which will lure you to sit and ponder life with a tranquil view of the Puget Sound. Do it!
Afterwards, and despite the act of communing with nature, drove dutifully into town and emptied our wallets in the quaint shops of the town. Fun.
My friend and I enjoyed a morning nature walk at the Bellevue Botanic gardens. We saw a variety of “Seussical” flowers in the garden and if you peek at my other blog, you’ll see a featured flower, but I was a bit peeved when my iPhone alerted me that I’d run out of room to take more pics, sigh, one day, I will fix my “real” camera.
The Botanic Gardens were beautiful and well cared for as was the walking trail that surrounded it. We did an easy, leisurely hike and at the advice of a small child, peered into a couple of gnome habitats.
At the gift shop, we found unique children’s books and jewelry and lots of nature inspired knick-knacks, soap and other stuff and a nice manager that gave us some ideas for tomorrows outing. (stay tuned!)
The hike was highlighted by shade and the songs of birds and the soothing sounds of a mini-waterfall. We sat and chatted and rested in the green nature.
My friend and I started out our day with breakfast in the neighborhood cafe eating mushroom scrambles with potatoes, yum! And then we decided to drive to the Washington Park Arboretum. We strolled and took our time through the park enjoying the serenity in the breezy, sunny day. We decided to make the effort to go a little further to see the Japanese gardens and they were worth the walk. We sat in a shady gazebo admiring the variety of green shades and natural beauty.
One of my favorite parts was noticing a young man sitting alone on a bench in what seemed to be deep meditation. He was sitting so still for a long time. Watching him inspired me to take some time in the coming week to just be. Not do, but just be and to listen.
When we got hungry, we decided to drive to Ballard for lunch and local shopping. We strolled along visiting the unique shops filled with clothing, books, and art and jewelry. Funny, we found nothing that we couldn’t part with. Being together catching up on life was what we’d longed for more than filling our bags with stuff.