Scenes of September

So far, September has been so-so. I mean, it’s been alright really, just nothing too notable—but I suppose after SUCH a stellar August, there was nowhere to land but a bit lower down. It’ll pick up again soon, I’m sure and, in the interim, I recognize that the downtime is important, too. Autumn is in the air around these parts. Everyone and everything seems to be in transition, perhaps somewhat reluctantly.

Still, though, there’ve been really good things. Here’s how parts of it have looked (in opposite chronological order, so think present—>past):

I’ve been sick (AKA now). And hibernating.


I stopped by a Greek fest. Opa


I heard awesome music (Mikey & Matty)


….and even more awesome music (in a “round” that also featured a poet and two visual artists). Man, there’s just so much amazing talent in this world, isn’t there?


I was feeling very out of sorts, so I went to the water.


It helped. It always does.


I received out-of-the-blue gifts from a few thoughtful friends. 


I soaked up that fleeting brightness with a vengeance.


I dreamt of one day owning one of these. (Actually, just a small sailboat will do for me, thanks.)


…at a boat show with my fellow Pisces.


I didn’t quite know what to do with myself on 9/11. So stopping by this little peace lady seemed an appropriate thing to do.


The weather was really stunning (before it went really crap).


I played office worker bee for the day. I do not miss the commute. But it was nice to be out amongst the hustle & bustle.


Dream Loud



Bon weekend!


Don’t be afraid of your fears. They’re not there to scare you. They’re there to let you know that something is worth it.~ C. JoyBell C.

Water, the sequel

“The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.”~Isak Dinesen

“Everything flows and nothing abides, everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.” ~Heraclitus

Stubborn hope

“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up….”~Anne Lamott

(*In Edinburgh, I had Blackford Hill. Here, I have Gasworks Park. I love that green space with its spectacular water/city views, and I love the sight of a silhouette-dotted mound with kites soaring high above. Some of these places might lose their allure with time, but for now, the appeal keeps drawing me back. And I’m game to visit as often as I get the itch.)

Scenes of sun

Last night I settled in on the edge of the water, unable to tear myself away, drinking in every last second of another glorious weekend. Clinging, relishing, reveling, savoring. “Don’t go!” I was tempted to shout across the deep blue lake. I watched another day march on, the ball of sun slowly slipping behind the mountains (yet again). I said a silent thank you for bare feet, sun-kissed cheeks, great company, houseboat porches, acoustic guitar strums, BBQed chicken, cold IPAs, long walkabouts, a quieter mind, homebound phone chats, waterside book sits, explosive belly laughs, nighttime kayak jaunts exposing a stretched-out city skyline in all its twinkling goodness. The sun has been BEAMING around here as of late, y’all, and I am loving it. I hope your weekends were full of near-summer sweetness too!







“Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it’s because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It’s your mission on earth. And when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”~Paulo Coelho

Hump Day (3Ws)


Water (yes, again):

Wonderful (calming Canadian folksters coming to Seattle this weekend):

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