Driving to the ferry, it's 5:30am and the moon, its edge just barely receding from this month's fullness, is hovering just a dangle above the massive tree covered mountains that surround us in all direction. And with the sun just beginning to rise over the treetops to the east, the trees on the mountains to the west are waking up, glowing a dusty rose color so enchanting, but so passing, that I spend as long as I can looking at it, soaking it up, till finally the moment has passed.
It's hard to leave here. I tried to take a snapshot of it as we were driving away from Ladysmith, but at times, in these moments, the photo doesn't compare to the living, passing moment of it and it's just meant to be enjoyed, in person and then in, I suppose, our own twisting memories.
It's hard to leave Vancouver Island just as the wisteria and lilacs are starting to pop and fill the air with their sweet aromas. Such a beautiful area filled with dogwood and cherry trees and of course the calming view of the ocean.
I sat cross-legged on the edge of the beach yesterday, the georgia straight, and being slightly more new-agey than is typical, I did a breathing meditation, with a sunstone in one hand and a light green tinged stone I can't pronounce in the other hand and sent as much love and gratitude into the wind as I could. Dawn Bramadat, whom is as close to a spiritual teacher as I've ever gotten, tends to find me during these moments and before long I was quietly singing 'there's only one river , there's only one sea'.
Yea, it's cheesy, in retrospect, but it's the same as trying to take a picture of nature. It can never quite capture the feeling of being there in that passing, living moment.
We are on the ferry now and I'm drinking a Starbucks coffee (which bc ferries now proudly offer) and when we get to Vancouver we will be taking a bus to Seattle and then a train to Portland, Oregon. My favourite state. And I'll be staying with my theater sister, and BFF at large Kirsten.
Let the reunion begin!
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