June 16, 2008
Home again
…listen
…about the musicAscended.
Another business trip, another thrilling puddle jumper flight! Returning home yesterday afternoon from my stint at the National Performing Arts Convention, I was welcomed by a spectacular summer day and a perch perspective even more so. It’s impossible to take this flight without my camera clinging to my palm, and my heart clinging to my throat. In a very, very happy way.
In the leftish-middle of the above photo is the wooded peninsula on which my little house rests, and the small wildlife preserve island that I claim as my personal front yard each time I kayak to it with a few short paddle strokes. Beyond to the east looms my volatile buddy, Mt. Baker. Should it ever decide to erupt, baking is precisely what its neighbors would be doing. For now, just like my own kitchen abilities, it sits blissfully dormant. Having returned from an energizing conference teeming with inspired peers, I sit here anything but.
Glenn Buttkus said,
June 16, 2008 @ 10:50 am
Wonderful to see that my prognostication is accurate, that travel energizes you, informs you, scares up business, and that upon your return you get same self-same lump inside that is kin to emotion, and cousin to heart song. The island, the island, spreading out green and misty below you on a beautiful day, the first of many we hope. Thanks for the added data as to your place. It is wonderful to even hold a clearer picture in our kelp-infested minds as to just how gorgeous your world is. Are there ever deer on your tiny island neighbor, which I believe you have photographed and shared with us in the past?
Great vibes in the music too, EvensongAscendit@ 1.25, putting us once more in the cockpit with you, peering through the plastic at your beloved cottage in the glen, your cabin in Shaprio Pond–putting us out on the skin of the wing, as if we were para-gliding parallel to your plane, winging near weightless on the wind, like a condor, like an eagle with a great wing span, and then after the glimpse of your house, we begin the descending, down, down to assault our senses with perfume of kelp and conifer, and to make ready to hug Charles, and Smudge, and the MoseMan, then off into the clover and wildflowers and mushrooms to kiss the foxes, to laugh with the llamas, and to smile with the deer, as you settle back into your nest—Home again!
Glenn
Doug Palmer said,
June 16, 2008 @ 11:02 am
Well, a great percentage of the human race would survive the eruption, or that of
Mt. Rainier.
I mean St. Helens? ….Pfft!
Yosemite is the one to lay awake in a cold sweat about.
If you are a true fan of teeth chattering anxiety.
Welcome home.
Larry was amazing.
Drew McManujs said,
June 17, 2008 @ 12:00 pm
I am so sorry I missed you at the convention Alex although I’m even more upset that they scheduled our respective sessions opposite each other!!! 🙁 Talk about a lack of planning.
I hope you’ll be posting more about your convention observations as time progresses.
Drew