Write.

It is day 2 at Doe Bay. I appreciate the workshop but understand more the need to be in silence. In the circle, I share a story I have never hidden. At break, I duck away--eager for the chance to just be with myself. So many come here to find their whole self. I think I will go away realizing I have discovered that already. 

Now I sit on the beach, under a tree, on top of the driftwood that is dry. I know this place because it is a screenshot of so many parts of Washington. The trees and water are the same. The horizon is the only difference--Olympics replaced by islands. 

I'm glad I came here but the real joy is retuning home to see what you've already built. 

Up and Over

We visited Neah Bay a few weeks ago, as a last-ditch effort to see something good this Summer.  The thick marine layer obstructed most of the view and I felt a little silly driving all that way.  But, the car conversation was worth it and I am happy to know another corner of Washington.

Up there, the highway hugs the coast and curves along the rocks.  The radio and cell phone flips back and forth between US and Canadian signals.  It is, for the most part, just you and your passenger existing in that space.  The remoteness is daunting.  Made worse by the fog.

I don't know if we will go back.  We can't exactly call ahead and ask how the view will be that day.  Still, it is all part of the great state I love, and therefore worthy of a few quick paragraphs.

Fall Resolutions

This is going to be one hell of an October.

I should just stop there because there is nothing more to say.  It has been shared before about my beliefs about the Fall season being more rejuvenating than January 1st.  This is the time of the year to promote change.  Kids go back to school and routines are maintained again.  Fashion magazines are three inches thick because this season is the most exciting of the year.  Screw January.  Cold, boring, with a post-holiday tinsel hangover.  You'll set yourself up for failure every time in January.

But Fall.  Fall is where it's at.

October is going to be one hell of an October for many reasons.

First, its full-blown Fall-- (insert adjective to make Fall an adjective).

Our anniversary is in October.

I literally grew pumpkins this year.  They're on the front porch, including the one the yellow dog picked prematurely.

After ten months, my mother-in-law is moving out and into her own place, across town.

Which means I'll be able to do whatever I want in my own house.

In four days, I'm travelling to Orcas for Write: Doe Bay.  And shit, I'm nervous.


I'm going to over-hype October because I have a feeling it will be well deserved.  Stay tuned.