This will not be your usual travelogue. You know how you sit down after a trip and prepare to tell a story. You say: we went here, here and here. We did this, this and that. We traveled up and down and all around and here is a chronological listing and educational expression of our adventures.
No, I am not inspired to do that today. Most of you know that my daughter and I traveled to the Pacific Northwest recently. I flew to her home in Portland, Oregon, before we girls traveled to Seattle, Vancouver, British Columbia and San Juan Island, Washington.
Today I want to randomly show you photos from the trip that mean something to me–and tell you why.
This first photo shows a cascade of yellow flowers above the Salish Sea on San Juan Island. I loved the yellow-orange blessings of them above the baby blue sea.
Posted in June 2018
Tagged life, memories, Pacific Northwest, personal, photography, photos, Portland, Seattle, travel, trip, Vancouver BC
Say you decide to visit the Pacific Northwest. Say you find yourself in Seattle, Washington. Say you find yourself with a full afternoon to explore the bustling city. Where might you visit? What might you do?
Many folks head straight for the Space Needle. You could travel up-up-and-away if you like, marveling at the view from the Observation Deck. Oooh and ahhh about the city. Pretend you’re an eagle with an eagle’s eye view of the Puget Sound, deep evergreen forests, tall skyscrapers, the majestic Mount Rainier.
Look at those kayak feet! Now, would you think there might be a snake (or snakes) in your kayak?
OK, friends, I have a story to tell.
It’s Memorial Day weekend, 2018, and my friend Sherry messages. Would I like to go kayaking with her on Monday?
Oh yes. Kayaking with Sherry has proven fun in the past! I would love to go again. Especially since our weather has been so warm, so sunny, so lovely.
I used to think that a failed friendship meant personal failure.
A failure to maintain a long-standing relationship. A failure of the other person. A failure to work through disagreements or issues or perceptions. A failure of personal culpability, a failure of that “mistaken so-and-so” (insert your own judging term), a failure of two selves to make things right and keep the friendship on track.
And, yes, perhaps a failed friendship can mean all these things. Perhaps we said or did stupid things. Perhaps the other did not understand what we meant to say, or why we acted that way. Perhaps we shut her out of our sphere. Perhaps she closed the door on us. Perhaps misunderstandings abounded and multiplied due to our different ways of understanding and existing in the universe. Perhaps we didn’t nurture our bonds, be present in times of need.
These days, when a thought arises about a missing-in-action friendship, I still often attempt to assess what possibly went wrong. But I also call in a wider eagle view. To look beyond the personalities with their right and wrong and nuanced pictures.
I am having so much trouble writing a blog these days. There’s either nothing to say, or too much to say.
It doesn’t feel easy and carefree in ways that it used to be.
It appears I may quit blogging again–although the minute a person types a sentence like that you can possibly count on six new posts.
Mother’s Day weekend approaches, and I am so grateful for getting to spend so much quality time with my mom in the past couple of years. Also thinking a lot about the kids and so very appreciative of our close relationships. What mom could ask for more?
Since it’s so hard to write, may I show you a few photos you may not have seen?
And, if you’d like, tell me what you will be doing this upcoming weekend.
Tonight I am going to Book Club, but the rest of the weekend will be spent cutting and splitting firewood. (Unless we go to town for breakfast, maybe Sunday morning.) There may also be several precious phone calls…
Your blogger at the Canyon Falls
Good morning, readers, friends, family, stumblers-upon-this-blog!
I just posted the above photo on Facebook with an itty bitty explanation: Magical hike to the Canyon Falls yesterday. Met up with friends we hadn’t seen in a long time. Other hikers met up with old-time friends. Even though it was a bit slippery and snow-covered, the melt is happening and river rushing!
Then decided to write my friend Susan a long email explaining what really happened. You know how you can’t really write what really happened on Facebook in twenty words. In the middle of this crazy convoluted email to Susan another random thought arose. “Jeez, Kathy, if you’re sharing this Susan, maybe one or two other people might be interested in reading it. How about a blog?”
The fingers stopped typing mid-sentence while the head pondered. Finally the fingers flipped over to WordPress and, OK, here’s the rest of the story.