My followers know how much I have written about tough stuff. Those moments of life seeping grief and sadness; my own interpretations of what to make of life’s journeys. Today my blog is simply about sharing the joy of last weekend. The only downside to this trip to Astoria was feeling the absence of Mom and Dad: they who first introduced me to this town and its history. Yet, I remind myself. They were with me. Kind of. In that heart pocket.
I’m learning about the power of downtimes in these lives we lead: filled with so much, even if mine is truly so privileged when you get right down to it. The power of the time off from however we make our living or fill most of our hours, so to refresh our souls from whatever challenges we find there. And to infuse ourselves with what fills us: for me, the ocean, writing, the Columbia River and social support.
None of this would have happened if not for the fabulous Marianne Monson, Dayne Olson and the Writers Guild of Astoria. Thank you to these newer friends of mine. Thank you for including me in the interview with wonderful host Carol of KMUN, Arts Live and Local, and into your literary circle. (Listen to the interview.) I’ll let my photos tell my story.
Whew. Thanks for joining me as I recap this journey.