Its been too long since my last entry. I have been working and sorting through the options of what will come next. I keep trying to move on to something new, but the peace that comes from the nesting is hard to deny. I needed a nest more than anything, I guess. A place to bake bread for kind strangers, and walk the rocks until I could do it blindfolded. It is the classic travellers battle, being torn between staying or going. I write this after saying farewell to my ten year old side kick who reminded me of the joys of bonfires and joy rides on the back of a minibike. Using my camera to film rocks in the creek and talk about horses and dogs, and new friends at school. He tried so hard to hold back the tears, I didn't try so hard. Maybe I am tired of always keeping it together. It is hard to uproot now after so many months in this small community. The sea is again alive with fishermen just like the days of the past, they now know me by name.
My videos caught the illusive schools of jellyfish brought in by my last wish made upon the sea. It was a good bittersweet ending to this time in my new life. One wish granted as an otherwise empty cove that filled with thousands of jellies in one sweeping wave, then as soon as my wish was granted, it ended just as quickly. I turned my head to watch them wash away into the greater sea, to continue their own journey. I too have to drift away and once again live through memory.
So onwards through Canada. Onwards through the fog...
1 comment:
reading this was like that stumbling upon an unexpectedly beautiful independent film just as you were about to switch of the tv.
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