whidbey island

peace...

evening solice...

 

bizmark

i’ve been there twice now, to the house down the lane bordered by forest shrubbery, with the view of the ocean….

it’s quiet, only the sounds of the birds to wake me in the morning. there is little to do, and whatever it is can be decided after the morning coffee taken on the porch…

j makes me the coffee usually (i claim to not be able to use the expresso maker).  somewhere around lurks baby-girl, who, while being a girl cat, is definitely not a baby (think 72 year old crochety woman witha touch of arthritis). she is still leary of me… muffin, on the other hand (paw) is an attention slut, and is always willing to jump onto any available lap for a scratch. j is working on convincing her to not bring any more rodents (dead or otherwise) into the house, but she is a hunter at heart…

the evenings are quiet, j, me,, the cats, and occasionally, a’s special friend – that a picture of him above. although to be thruthful, he might be a she. biz was seen with a baby racoon a few months back…..

i hope to spend more weekends there. it’s a tonic to the noise and bustle of my new home. the three hour drive south is worth it to sit on that back porch, listen to the morning birds, stand out in the rain, watch the lightening, or talk to biz as he/she comes to help himself to the remains of the catfood.

oh, ya, and there is j too of course..

peace…

i can see the cherry blossoms….

i slept for a solid six hours last night! if you know me, you’d know how unbelievable that is for me. six hours of not waking up (at least that i can remember…), definitely of not waking to go to the washroom….i’m not sure why it happened, but i am so glad it did. six hours in such a deep sleep that i hadn’t even thrown off the covers….

i wonder if my coma -ike sleep was the cause of my morning mood….i showered, dressed, checked out of my hotel room, and hopped aboard a bus to take me on a ferry from victoria to vancouver. and the day was spectacular…the sun shining, a cool breeze wafting from the ocean…and i was…well…smiling…inside and out…

so here i sit now, in my home-away-from-home hotel…my room overlooking the art gallery in vancouver, thankful for the day, for the glorious morning, the great lunch with family, and the understanding that this time of transition is such a gift…

yes, more transition…the move to the new city on the horizon, the new job, the unfolding of a new relationship, the ever-present evaluating, and learning to just “be” in my life…

i’m taking it easy tonight, a saturday night in the city…choosing to not spend it with company…choosing instead to relax and snuggle in my bed… and yes, hpong for another night of  life-giving sleep….dormez bien mes amis…

“perchance to dream”

oh to sleep…
what would i give for a night’s sleep?
for at least 4 hours of uninterrupted, restful sleep….?
i don’t know….

i have insomnia, no more than an hour of sleep at a time…and even that hour is not restful. then i awake…fully… and to the realization that the night will be a long one indeed….
i’ve finally given up. i’ve gone to bed at least three times tonight…and three times after fitful dozing, given up and come into the living room to surf the next, or chat on-line….i’m now up for the day…at 5 am on a morning with a cup of coffee, waiting for the sun to rise…

my latest undertaking….on-line “chatting”….

i never thought i would do that…..”meet” people on-line and chat (aside from getting to know people through my and their blogs) but i have. i took the plunge and even started instant messaging (yes….i am way behind the curve on that one…) and in a phrase…holy fuck!…there are some interesting people in this world. i mean that in the best way, and in the worst way….in order to meet some sane (well, relatively….) people, i’ve had to wade through some muck. and the muck doesn’t always make itself evident at first….

anyhow, i shall continue with the chatting thing for a while, and see where it takes me. the truth is, i am in search of something more than what i have made of my life so far. i have 10 more months to go before i move, but mentally, i’m ready to go now. i want to meet more people….to travel….to have adventures…i’m ready for that now…maybe too ready…

i need somebody to remind me to be patient….that i will be able to make my life what i want of it, but that it might take a little time….