"pemberton. where every day is designed to be awe-inspiring."
yes. mmm hmmm.
so i have walked into a living condo commercial including a copious amount of young mums with jogging strollers and lulu lemon pants.
but then, hunkering down by our wood stove in the evening, looking out towards the mountains, i feel pretty satisfied. pemberton is really itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny and i'm digging it. works well for the hermitting, that's for sure. the past few days have largely been spent doing random errands, making resumes, a lot of grocery shopping, relearning to cook (with mixed results thus far) and helping kamira with girly things that she couln't coerce tristan into, such as baking and decorating. i've also been spending a good deal of time bobbing and clucking at kamira's budgie, azula, in hopes of making a cute little blue friend.
so life is good and it meanders along. i have an address. i have a bedroom. at some point soon i'll probably have a job. i'm gazing at blue sky and tree-covered hills appearing after a misty morning.
it's always so interesting to me how the unexpected shapes our lives. if not for going out to stay with kristy in lillooet i probably wouldn't have ended up here. i also wouldn't have been able to go to haida gwaii and be inside of its big tangled wildness. people say it's so hard to change, but i would argue that it's much more difficult to keep things from changing. this substance that strings together our days is so remarkably fluid, delicate and subtle. there seems to be so much opportunity, so much spontaneity and so much to discover.
i'm thinking a great deal about india now, as i sit and contemplate settling in this place for a while. contemplate the possibility of being happy here and not wanting to leave. i guess it's not unthinkable that i might find satisfaction in being stable, stationary. that maybe i could put down roots, if even for a short time, half a year... but i guess that we all know by now that i've got the itchiest of feet. i can't deny my love of sitting on my backpack drinking chai and waiting on the platform for an early morning train. there's really nothing like that. the absolute calm solitude that one can slip into while being buffeted on all sides by the rush of humanity.
so we shall see.
so i have walked into a living condo commercial including a copious amount of young mums with jogging strollers and lulu lemon pants.
but then, hunkering down by our wood stove in the evening, looking out towards the mountains, i feel pretty satisfied. pemberton is really itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny and i'm digging it. works well for the hermitting, that's for sure. the past few days have largely been spent doing random errands, making resumes, a lot of grocery shopping, relearning to cook (with mixed results thus far) and helping kamira with girly things that she couln't coerce tristan into, such as baking and decorating. i've also been spending a good deal of time bobbing and clucking at kamira's budgie, azula, in hopes of making a cute little blue friend.
so life is good and it meanders along. i have an address. i have a bedroom. at some point soon i'll probably have a job. i'm gazing at blue sky and tree-covered hills appearing after a misty morning.
it's always so interesting to me how the unexpected shapes our lives. if not for going out to stay with kristy in lillooet i probably wouldn't have ended up here. i also wouldn't have been able to go to haida gwaii and be inside of its big tangled wildness. people say it's so hard to change, but i would argue that it's much more difficult to keep things from changing. this substance that strings together our days is so remarkably fluid, delicate and subtle. there seems to be so much opportunity, so much spontaneity and so much to discover.
i'm thinking a great deal about india now, as i sit and contemplate settling in this place for a while. contemplate the possibility of being happy here and not wanting to leave. i guess it's not unthinkable that i might find satisfaction in being stable, stationary. that maybe i could put down roots, if even for a short time, half a year... but i guess that we all know by now that i've got the itchiest of feet. i can't deny my love of sitting on my backpack drinking chai and waiting on the platform for an early morning train. there's really nothing like that. the absolute calm solitude that one can slip into while being buffeted on all sides by the rush of humanity.
so we shall see.
posted by natalie at 11:27 AM
1 Comments:
yeah! rush of humanity...rushing up around one, the thoughts can't move faster than all these bodies, smells, colours, taken up on the shoulders of strangers, the stink of their breath, one's own breath and coming back, thoughts a little bit looser...
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