Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
A man of wise words, clearly.
A lot of times my soul aches for flight. It just craves a jolt in the routine, a prospect of adventure, a taste of the unplanned. For the most part, my mind conjures up pictures of airplanes and beaches and snow capped mountains and languages that are not English. This is an ache that I have come to accept as a permanent one. Steinbeck knew.
What I am learning however, is that the essence of the ache is not in airplanes and warmer weather (although sun is in a “need/want/covet” category all to itself) but in the broadening of horizons. It is in the discovery of freshness that places and people bring. It is in a certain feeling of freedom. And that doesn’t need to always be thousands of miles away.
It is a delicious feeling to be in a car and to be going somewhere that is far away from the familiar - and going to Port Orchard with Markus was all it took.
Having just gotten married in Hawaii, Markus's friends Micah and Hannah decided to celebrate with a reception here in Washington - which I was honored to attend as Markus's visitant. It was beautiful, the newly weds were radiant and Malibu Orange has never been served so well.
We played riotous bouts of catch phrase with his very genial friends, hung out with his family and visited his church…where I learned all about the root systems of Port Orchard trees from the pastors wife who was sitting next to me, and also that she knew Grandpa and Grandma Rubesh! We live in a little little world. We spent time sleeping in and talking and eating good food. Allow me to me to quickly say that a smallish lunch of soup and salad is not a real thing. It was my “smallish” lunch, you see, that caused everyone else’s plates to have to be moved to make room for my freight of an order.
Then we played on the beach all afternoon.
It's been a whirlwind folks. A whirlwind of cold weather, good food and great times. The Treehaus celebrated a plethora of memorable dates...birthdays, talent shows, life-is-just-the-greatests, engagements...that's right. Engagements. My dear friend and housemate was whisked away on the 20th of January by a handsome man, to a room full of candles and the scents of home made cuisine, where he got down on one knee and asked her the question of no return. She said yes and now this happy story is just getting off to it's beautiful beginning.
Then there was Paul (Phaughle) and Nate. Partners in mime. Performing the award-winning Mime Field. They were of course, a roaring success - no pun intended - and we felt like we did our part in giving a voice to the voiceless and all that. They are now offering a valentines day package, a private show for two entitled "Be Mime".
(Paul pictured above with adoring fans)
The rest of my days have been filled with candor and whimsy. Tasha and I sauntered around old town ballard last week and moseyed through little french boutiques and toy shops. I found a tiny little turtle that is now mine and sits on my desk. His name is Blue. I walked home over the bridge and took pictures of ships and sunsets and it was just one of those weeks where it was just a happy thing to alive.