home from the road

We walked over tree roots and fallen leaves, we stood beside the sound of waterfalls and silent creek beds. I watched pebbles roll down from the cliff side and I made sure not to trip as the fall would be long and not worth the trouble. I survived again and I will see my hair grow longer and my heart grow deeper as nature encourages this kind of resolution. I will see more days. I am here. I will listen to nature's endless symphony, which you can hear no matter where you are standing. I will cry. I will laugh. I will have moments of cursing the air for not making me feel like I belong and I will have moments where a grin forms with the knowledge that I do belong. An otter here, a seal there, barking dogs, waves chanting at the moonlight, you, I, everything. It is such a pleasure to be alive today. And if I die tomorrow, tell the world I lived. I lived. I lived & I lived some more as the blue sea sings its song for those who want to hear it. 

It rained all through the night but the sun has returned for early morning how are you's. I laid in my bed as the soft sound pitter pattered against the grain of the roof and it felt like I was being rocked to sleep in a cradle. Something about the sea makes me feel less worried, less closed, less concerned about the way earth can feel at the bottom of my feet. I simply exist. And sometimes, that is all we can hope to gain in a day, the knowing of how we are existing, living and pumping blood through our roots. I don't have ego here. I don't have riddles running through the brain. I have nothing to solve. I have nowhere to be. The sea calls to me like a friend to say "This is it. This is it. You are here. Glad to have you."

The morning view from the porch where we stayed.

Frozen yogurt by the sea, no place else I'd rather be.

The mountainside in Alberta - on our way to beautiful British Columbia.

We returned home safely after a week on the road and by the sea. I have so many photographs and stories to share with you, but for now, I'll leave you with a few snippets of our days spent traveling to Vancouver Island and visiting the sea like it was where we were born, the truest home for us, the place where our troubles attach to balloon strings and float away into the sky.

I'll be seeing you soon.


and then there was autumn.

Tomorrow, we leave for the sea. You can't be blue as a berry when a road trip is ahead of you. I can almost feel the sea waves tangling my hair and the early morning rising with an extra spring in my step. I know it will be beautiful, especially at this time of year. There will be trees dressed in fox-like colors and their leaves will look electric as if tiny soft televisions are falling from the sky. I won't have any need to gulp my coffee as if it were water and I was thirsty. No, instead, I will drink slowly as I wander by beaches and beach glass and sea birds flying high.

And then there was Autumn and it invited the sea,
my favorite place to be.

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outfit details: winners sweater, topshop hat, montana tackstore boots

lassoing the sun

This is a post about trying and failing to lasso the summer season. I'm not yet ready for sweaters, wool socks and warm chocolate milk, perhaps I will never be ready for such things. I want the freedom that comes with barefoot sleeps and running to the yard where a bramble is full of edible berries. I coo and caw like a crying child soft white clouds, don't you leave me. Sun shaped shadows along the grass, don't you disappear.  Flowers twisting and turning like cotton dresses in the wind, don't you stop brightening the day ahead of me. I belong to the shade of a tall apple tree where the hourglass of living comes to a pause. I am not myself in the hands of another season, but I try. I try, try, and then I try again.

It's all I can do.

I shouldn't cry out like this because instead of lassoing the sun, I will be traveling to the ocean and a week will be spent there with my family come September 14th. It has been over a year since I last squished my toes against the sand and let the salty air sing "you are home" to me. I know I will be filling my belly with all sorts of chowders and fresh from the vine island produce. I know I will sleep like a baby as the sound of sea waves roll me over like a loving mama. I need this. To trade the hum for hush and unplug myself from the wall that is worries and wondering, to stand in my own solitude next to the sea again. I don't know about you, but the sea to me is a place where buds of trouble stop from blooming and all you're left with is a generous helping of everything will be okay.

If only we could all find a place like the sea in our hometowns — a place we can go to when we're searching for the quiet parts inside ourselves that no one ever hears.

outfit details: a vintage affair dress, bait footwear shoes