I guess this almost goes along with yesterday’s blog. Yesterday I procrastinated and wrote. Today, I am supposed to be at the studio taking care of the last tiny bits of finishing touches on my CD but that didn’t happen. Not procrastination, really, but definitely a delay in scheduled plans.
The owner of the studio, Mike, called to reschedule because his daughter’s dog was at the vets and he would be the one that would be called to pick the doggy up sometime today and so he has, understandably, cleared his calendar. Apparently Boris, a large older black dog with a young soul, threw up quite badly last week and then went into seizure. Poor pooch has finally been diagnosed with epilepsy after a long weekend of tests and more seizures. Mike said that Boris was very scared after the seizures and very visibly shaken. So, for anyone reading this, pause a moment and send healing, comforting thoughts to Boris so that he can rest, adjust, heal and feel safe at the same time.
Obviously, Boris’ illness is not the gift I am referring to here. This unexpected time on my hands led me to visit Alki Beach in West Seattle. It’s a special place to me and the moment I left the car and breathed in the air from the Sound, all tension dropped away.
I went for a walk, shifting sand and pebbles out of my sandals at each step. I placed my hand in the waves, as I always do, and offered thanks to the water for its beauty, for its kinship, for its life. An eagle flew by and the blessing of that moment was felt in my soul. Wishing stones abounded as did heart shaped stones and sea glass. And, at my feet, a starfish lay empty of life – its new home in the night sky.
Filled with these vignettes of life and death and wishes and hopes I wandered into Starbucks, ordered some Zen tea and sat at a table with a window looking out over the Sound and watched the world as I wrote and wrote and wrote.
This is the unexpected gift. I needed this morning, this day. I am so impatient to finish my CD but, this day was for me and I didn’t know it until Mike called and cancelled. My soul needed to speak today and it has been pouring out in writing much the same way as the water pours out onto the sand – wave after wave brimming with salt and brine and stone and…life.
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Kerry, I love the way you find the brightness in every moment and situation; and the way you've found unexpected inspiration in a free moment that could have been a most frustrating delay is so very typical of you; and so wonderful. I do hope you'll be able to return to the studio soon, and, for now, well, this is, as always, so gently inspiring in its contemplative tranquillity. I can feel the breeze and the crunching shingle by the Sound, hear the lapping water, smell the coffee and feel the warmth in Starbucks whilst you write: you bring the world to life with your inspired thoughts. And even finding a starfish and seeing that it's found its new home in the sky: always seeing things in their brightest light, and that's something that we can all learn from.
ReplyDeleteSending a gentle flow of healing and calmness for Boris. I do hope he'll be feelng much more settled and balanced soon.
And I do hope you'll be able to return to the studio soon, Kerry. For now, well, that unexpected time to write is already bringing more quiet magic into the world. Thanks for sharing that touch of magic here.
Thanks again :)
Ian :)
Absolutely beautiful, Kerry. So glad you got a day to yourself, and that I got to share, through your words, part of that gift. Thank you.
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