"If I quieted the voices in my head I would face the day with nothing to write."

“The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.” Mark Twain.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
Key:
G-Unit=Grandpa
FLS=Favorite Little Sister
Sassy Red head=Shana
True Friend=Laura
Mermaid/Slo/Tripod/Chickas=Shannon 1

Spanish Princess/Tripod/Chicka/Vette =Yvette
#61=Youngest son
Mickey Blue Eyes=Oldest son.
BFTP (Blast from the past)/The last Frontier=gone
Big Jim as himself
Vitamin C as himself
G-Man=Garth/Bossman.

Nick as himself

Sunday, August 14, 2011

The Orchard


I have been reading one of those rare books that hits all the right cords and you fall in love with it, want to own it, having it set on your book shelf kind of thing.
It's about scents, food and love all the best things in life.

I'm in Cle Elum tonight, and the pine bough surf flows around me as I lay in bed reading this book,  the scent of the night air wafts across and under my senses and there is a hint of smell so delicious and then it disappeared, melted away in the wind. And I thought what was that smell? Stirring slightly to catch and sniff looking for it again, but it was gone like a fleeting memory. I settled back down to read.

Then another breeze and a small whiff… could not remember it, or place it, but it smelled so good. I sit down the book and search for it in my memory, inhaling softly trying to smell it again.

Memories of the smell at other times in my life, trying to track it down in memories....another whiff this time stronger and steady. I inhale and realization slowly dawned on me…cherry wood burning. I love that scent. Wish I could post it here. The best description I can come up with is cherry ice cream melting with the undertones of flame. The smell and memories distract me and I glance out the window to see the last rays of the west coast long summer sunset hitting the strange formations of Peoh Point, a large rock that is grey in regular light, beams and shines in amber tonight. Peoh is snuggled between the foothills. A beacon and a landmark, that watches over the valley where Cle Elum rests. The freshest of breezes, the soft roar of the pine bough surf, bringing the cool breeze of fresh mountain pine air mixed with the undertones of cherry wood on a fire pit, chilling the skin. I read the book on my I phone till my eyes are tired and the desire to sleep and soak in the words I have read in my dreams is calling more than the desire to read.

It is breezy again this morning and the roar of the winds through the trees has already started. I visited friends and finished some errands in this series of towns that I love. Thinking about living here again and trying to find the answers in that. As always I read my horoscope first thing in the morning and as I sit here and write it trickles down to me and suddenly I understand its meaning. 

Your natural intuition and sensitivity will be heightened today. You are able to read the thoughts and feelings of others and can interpret them accurately. Alas, you can not use this skill as effectively on yourself. Some old issues have reemerged, causing you some distress. These issues are blocking you in some way. You will not be able to move forward with your life until you resolve them once and for all. Perhaps a professional psychic could help.

I cannot decide if this is where I want to be for myself or not, trying to let intuition guide me and I just don't know if it is right anymore. I drove past a sign the other day while taking my Mom to the doctor. A sign for a psychic and it caught my eye and I thought maybe I should drop in there for an update on my life and after reading this mornings horoscope and being in the area where there are so many memories good and bad and unable to settle on the next move. Visiting my storage with all my favorite things causing me to long for my house, or just long for my stuff in any house?

And it suddenly all hits me. Maybe I do need outside advice. I keep putting off moving back due to financial reasons but suddenly find myself so close to being financially ready and I just don't know.

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