no camera tonight.

had my camera packed to bring over to j's birthday party. full moon. first day of autumn. beautiful evening. riding over the georgia viaduct, full moon is rising over the middle of it, pink, yellow, perfect... realize i don't got the camera with me.... forgot it on the bed. damn. then every thing i look at it so picture perfect and i'm without the tool. eyes are open soaking it in, none the less.

this is where i live.

out my door and steps away. on the seawall. fresh sea air, green trees, deep breaths.

for as long as i can recall, my parents have told me about the long walks along the seawall, with me as a wee babe in the pram. cold winter days, blustery wind, warm sheepskin keeping the chill out... and then the time when at 4 months old i touched the dirt with my small feet for the very first time. again, on the seawall, with salt sea air, pram nearby... these stories (and a sort of visceral sense of having been here before) come forth each time i walk along this seaside path. deep breaths, feeling blessed.

a room of one's own...

settling in to a new space with new light, new floors, new smells, new feels.

it's good.

there's room for quiet, or cooking, or stretching, or sleeping, or eating, or...

it's feeling very good.