"She Journeyed On"
When I found this tiny ship in a bottle on my basement shelves in the school I was leaving after 23 years... I didn't think twice about keeping it. Whoever it belonged to before, clearly the universe meant it for me. It was time to set sail...
I wonder if I'll ever stitch such a grand ship (or be able to?)
How many candles can you fit on a cinnamon roll?
Nineteen.
For Moon.
We were glad for the decision to only put the candles on one roll!
I'm the only one in the house who still asks for a cake.
The tiniest of scraps can make a world.
There was a fall on the front porch two days ago- stepping down the front porch stairs with arms full of damp laundry to put out on the drying racks, turning around to reclose the door that hadn't quite latched, tripping over the now trailing bedsheet in shoes that were too loosely tied...
Falling so slowly that there was time to wonder if I could catch myself, or would I go off the edge of the porch taking the window boxes with me, or maybe (as the stumble picked up speed and turned into a tumble) go through the screen door, and most importantly a quick prayer to the sky that no one was coming up or down the sidewalk and that none of the neighbors were looking out of their windows.
All the while fumbling to get my hands untangled from the laundry to stop the plummeting off of the porch. One hand got free in time to grab the screen and push it into the watering can, jar, etc. that later needed retrieved out of the ferns below. I landed in a full out sprawl-splat, knocking the flower boxes a few inches over the edge, but not off. Banged and bruised, but grateful that there was only the cat as a witness. Still quite sore, but the bruises are getting pretty. Just don't bounce like I used to.
Friends are sailing out on the ocean, with experienced friends to help them on their first sea trip. Hoping they're gaining confidence, and that I'll be able to have a turn soon.... They left Portland on Friday and will reach Point Roberts (the tiny tip of the U.S. that's attached to Canada) by Tuesday. With the help of a find-my-friend feature on the phone, I'm able to see about where they are, and was excited and envious while watching them cross the bar from the Columbia River onto the Pacific. It's such a beautiful powerful spot where the river meets the sea.
Dreaming of a moonlit sail...
"Moon Dreams in Blue"
