good to remember
i was driving home from iona and on one hand was the firey setting sun pinking up the cumulus and brightening the sea into deep azure blue, on the other side of the road was the luminous, glowing moon hanging over the golden flushed trees and long grasses alive with the darting, soaring swallows. i tried to drink it all in as i drove, wind on my face and grateful of heart. this world. it is brimful of giving. i don't have room enough to receive it. creation is a love song that is always playing. i sang back the prayer in my heart.
somethings are just so good, i wish i could always feel them and always see them and always remember them.
such as, #1: on wednesday night i found myself in the cool darkness of that old beloved spot, piper's lagoon with my friends heather and elicia. we sat shivering on a big log waiting for the sky to darken just a little bit more. then heather and i plunged our resistant limbs into the black water and squealed like school girls at the shock. the water lit up with tiny sparks of bio-luminescence (phosphies, but apparently not really) as we splashed and played. the clouds began to part and the stars of the sky shone down on the stars in the sea. it was one of those moments. pure joy. perfect. elicia stood on a stump just on the shore. i could see her silhouette against the stars and clouds and windy trees. i took a picture with my mind. we all three laughed and talked and were free and happy like little girls. when we could finally drag ourselves away from the magic in the waves we sat dripping on the log and i, as tradition prescribes, told a story. this one was about 3 rocks, belicia, blaura and blheather. "excuse me," asked elicia, "but is blheather hyphonated?" no it isn't. this story was about how blheather felt bad because she wasn't a shiny smooth stone like belicia and blaura. but she soon discovered, thanks to a hearty thwack from blaura (you're welcome) that she had beautiful crystals inside and from that moment on, she knew she was special.
#2: sitting around helen's kitchen table drinking tea and talking and laughing into the night with my friends remembering the old days.
#3: karey, elcia, heather and i eating mambos popeye pesto pizza with sweet garlic dip in sway a lana park. laughing and talking and eating and watching people and dogs. the strange man who seemed to caress a tree who i later found was wearing fuzzy leopard print leggings, the drum circle with the bold dancing lady... after we ate we took some pics with karey's phone and walked around, reminisced some more and talked and laughed. elicia is right, girlfriends are special.
#4: the island. to me it's the perfect place. it feels so much like home. i love it's gorgeous views, it's mountains, it's islands, it's shorelines, it's small quaint places, it's gorgeous beaches. the grassy bluffs, arbutus and gerry oaks, the artists, i love the air there. the slower pace. just the way my heart sighs and is content when i'm there.
anyways enthuse, enthuse, gush gush. i leave you with some pics from a sublime saturday evening heather and i spent at whytecliff park.
somethings are just so good, i wish i could always feel them and always see them and always remember them.
such as, #1: on wednesday night i found myself in the cool darkness of that old beloved spot, piper's lagoon with my friends heather and elicia. we sat shivering on a big log waiting for the sky to darken just a little bit more. then heather and i plunged our resistant limbs into the black water and squealed like school girls at the shock. the water lit up with tiny sparks of bio-luminescence (phosphies, but apparently not really) as we splashed and played. the clouds began to part and the stars of the sky shone down on the stars in the sea. it was one of those moments. pure joy. perfect. elicia stood on a stump just on the shore. i could see her silhouette against the stars and clouds and windy trees. i took a picture with my mind. we all three laughed and talked and were free and happy like little girls. when we could finally drag ourselves away from the magic in the waves we sat dripping on the log and i, as tradition prescribes, told a story. this one was about 3 rocks, belicia, blaura and blheather. "excuse me," asked elicia, "but is blheather hyphonated?" no it isn't. this story was about how blheather felt bad because she wasn't a shiny smooth stone like belicia and blaura. but she soon discovered, thanks to a hearty thwack from blaura (you're welcome) that she had beautiful crystals inside and from that moment on, she knew she was special.
#2: sitting around helen's kitchen table drinking tea and talking and laughing into the night with my friends remembering the old days.
#3: karey, elcia, heather and i eating mambos popeye pesto pizza with sweet garlic dip in sway a lana park. laughing and talking and eating and watching people and dogs. the strange man who seemed to caress a tree who i later found was wearing fuzzy leopard print leggings, the drum circle with the bold dancing lady... after we ate we took some pics with karey's phone and walked around, reminisced some more and talked and laughed. elicia is right, girlfriends are special.
#4: the island. to me it's the perfect place. it feels so much like home. i love it's gorgeous views, it's mountains, it's islands, it's shorelines, it's small quaint places, it's gorgeous beaches. the grassy bluffs, arbutus and gerry oaks, the artists, i love the air there. the slower pace. just the way my heart sighs and is content when i'm there.
anyways enthuse, enthuse, gush gush. i leave you with some pics from a sublime saturday evening heather and i spent at whytecliff park.
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