And sharing some beauty…
I’ve had the luxury of time to enjoy some long morning walks around Mountain Lake in Moran State Park. This park on Orcas Island is about a five minute car ride from our house.
This lake over the last nineteen years has provided another place to think it out.
Thoughts of happiness, frustration, confusion and inspiration have seeped into the path that lies only feet away from the clear, cold water.
It also holds in its center, the island where one of my best friends was married. They had a vision. We thought they were crazy. People rowed in boats on a gorgeous, sunny day in July to this little island to witness their vows exchanged on a floating platform. And it was amazing. This same island was swam to four years ago with a man I didn’t know at the time would be the love of my life, and my now 81 year old father along beside us.
I normally walk the 3.9 miles in about an hour and 15 minutes. Clockwise. Today about thirty minutes longer with my camera. Some days it’s a 45 minute jog.
The strong scent of cedar flushed my nostrils as if I’d walked into a bathroom with a brand new air freshener plugged into the wall. The low rumble of a ferry’s fog horn drifted through the park. The natural beauty astounded. I cannot imagine tiring of these views.
My post on a walk on the Detmold countryside described a path I started not knowing where I’d end up or how long it would take. I thought about how often in my life I’ve chosen a new path. I’ve gained a lot of strength and insight. I’ve spent a lot of time discovering and learning how to navigate.
I’ll keep this simple. I’m once again enjoying a familiar path. It’s nice knowing where it stops and starts, how long it takes and where the switchbacks are. There is comfort. And there is more energy for other endeavors. On a familiar path, if you keep your eyes open, you begin to access the details. Details you missed the first one hundred times. I’m grateful to have an awesome love to share these details with. Love you O!
There is a balance between consistency, continuity and boredom. I’ve often avoided the first two in order to bypass the third. Don’t be afraid to change but don’t be afraid not to. Are you with me?
Full of thanks.
For those celebrating Thanksgiving or not, have wonderful experiences and…
Keep your eyes open. xx
Here’s what was happening one year ago: Get some exercise and some chuckles: