a revisiting to an old friend

I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall-
What should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.


Tomorrow I leave for two weeks to travel to three cities, hike 50+ miles, spend time with some incredibly inspiring humans, and pickle with my brother. And while I'm so excited for this adventure, I can't help but feel a bit sad to leave my new home during the most beautiful time of the year here. 


A new wonderful habit has emerged: mid-day scheduled adventure breaks
And while it makes us work a bit farther into the evening than normal, we get to enjoy the sun of the afternoon and revive ourselves with some sea breeze. 


Suddenly, our home is no longer our home. We moved on. 


It's easy to look back and know you've made some excellent choices in your life.


A lot of changes are about to happen for us. A new city, a new job, new neighborhood, new home. But then I remember not everything is changing, just us.


Right now. This is all I'm worried about doing, seeing, smelling. 
Some will tell you summer is the best time to visit Portland. I say no. It's right now.


A morning about a year ago, I drank coffee by the Cispus River. I revisit often, while drinking coffee at my desk.




“In theory momentos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here is something else I could never afford to see.” 
― Joan DidionBlue Nights