Leaves fall, a breeze blows. The transition to Autumn is easy this year. One reason for that is this Victorian town: a beauty in fall. I find most solace from the warmth of another; close on those cold days.
Category: This steampunk victorian seaport life
Thoughts from Port Townsend.
Sand, salt, bark
Three thoughts from road tripping from Port Townsend, WA to Santa Maria, CA and back again on Highway 101. 1. Sand beneath fingernails is one of the most uncomfortable feelings I know. But I put up with it for the sensation of running my hands through it; hot, dry sand that you pile on top … Continue reading Sand, salt, bark
Dance, Provençal song, sunburnt mirth
It’s a dilemma: wanting to ride a motorcycle to work, but also wanting to wear a sundress because it has finally gone above 65 degrees and I can reasonably have bare legs in that weather (kind of). My solution: leggings under dress. Jacket on top. Helmet smashing my curls, but that’s ok. Dress flying in … Continue reading Dance, Provençal song, sunburnt mirth
The power of intention
Three girls sat at a table making things happen. Making their coffee disappear from its cups. Making croissant flakes fall to the table top. Making men with bad intentions flee their presence. And making wishes for the women they know and don't know. What is the difference between intention and magic? How powerful are … Continue reading The power of intention
Sunny, dreamy
If we didn't have winter, would we still feel that immeasurable joy on those first warm, spring days? My job gives me the opportunity to meet and talk with a lot of people. Just last week, I met with a rambunctious crew restoring an old houseboat, talked with a sunny flower farmer, and had lunch … Continue reading Sunny, dreamy
Eating a sandwich during a sailboat race
At 9 a.m. Saturday morning, Bertram Levy, a short, mustachioed sailor wearing the beret he is known to wear got in line at the Northwest Maritime Center to sign up for the annual Shipwrights' Regatta. In front of him were two novice sailors -- young men from the Northwest School of Wooden Boatbuilding, with zero … Continue reading Eating a sandwich during a sailboat race
Finding helpers
These late night thoughts are sponsored by the colors of autumn Here's something I think about a lot: I'm 23 years old. If nothing crazy happens, I might live for another 70 years. What will those 70 years look like? Smoke-filled skies? Aliens? Lifespans shortening? The rich getting even richer? The poor getting even poorer? The … Continue reading Finding helpers
