(Started at 12:13pm)
The soft whirring of a box fan to my right pulls cool, fresh forest air into the kitchen where I sit, a hot cup of coffee placed on the old kitchen table before me. A table that belonged to my Dad that is actually older than myself.
Gentle bird song drifts in, spring having taken full effect, the trees now vibrant with lush new growth as flowers bloom and face the early afternoon sun. A break in the typical Pacific Northwest constant rainfall.
It reminds me of those late mornings back when I lived with my Dad in that apartment near the sea. When the early morning fog would start to burn off with the marine layer, the chill of the ocean on a playful breeze as green parrots chattered in lively groups like a bunch of unchaperoned flying toddlers in the nearby trees outside our windows.
The peace it would bring me was like no other, until I found myself here in this fairytale-like home, tucked away on a small hill, surrounded by a temperate rainforest, teaming with life.
Clear skies are a rare occurrence here, as we're usually graced with constant rain, a much welcomed change from the long hot days of sunny southern California.
A soft murmuring meow sounds to my left, my orange feline Son Jonesy, (who will be turning 7 years old this coming June) asking politely for my attention as I sit here, typing my thoughts down into my smart phone.
Maleficent, aka 'Mal' (she'll be turning 4 years old this November) comes sauntering over, her lithe black form gently rubbing against the legs of my chair, the long silky fur of her tail tickling my thigh as Jonesy, who's easily twice her size, hisses in annoyance at her nonchalant presence. That's siblings for you.
My other daughter, Regina aka Reggie, is lounging somewhere in the living room, she's also rather large for a female cat (she'll also be turning 4 years old this September) her Bombay black coat spotty along her round form due to ripping her fur out after losing GIR (who had turned 18 last Dec 31st) on January 23rd. Even her short stubby tail has patches missing due to her grief.
Yes, they Are my children despite being tiny house panthers. Since I'm half wild myself, I don't see much of a difference. Kids are kids.
-chuckles and takes a drink of her coffee-
You know, I find it rather odd that we had fog this morning (fog here on the old hill isn't all that common). It never quite reaches our house but it surrounds the property...as if pushed back by an invisible barrier by the forest itself.
There is something magical about the area I currently call my home. The trees here are ancient and the land itself carries an energy of unseen things that are very much aware of us.
I've always been sensitive to the world beyond our human sight since I was 6 months old, in diapers and could barely walk, let alone speak. I remember very distinctly that I couldn't remember faces but I remember people's Scent and their Voice. I had no idea until many years later, that it's normal for munchkins at 6 months old to not recall their parent's faces.
Weird, huh?
Anyhoozle, back to the spoopy mystical crap.
I've been to many places where the echo of the past lingers in the ground, the surrounding area. I could feel the weight of the emotions, the scars of painful yesterdays. The residual human imprint left behind. It's normal for me.
However, once I came here to this small town in Washington State, I was met with an entirely different energy. Instead of feeling the heavy stain of people (that somewhat hostile, unwanted 'colonizer' energy), I was welcomed by nature itself and something far older that seemed curious.
For the first time in my short existence I genuinely felt safe. Welcome.
I wish I could properly convey how healing it's been to live here where there are things existing just outside this house that are as old as the land itself and not once, have I felt threatened. Sure, it was mildly unnerving the first year living here as I became accustomed to the strange things that go bump in the night.
But overall, it was the best decision moving up here nearly 7 years ago this coming June.
One of my favorite things here is that we actually have seasons and I get to experience the shift in nature as it happens. Back in Southern California, living near the ocean or my time living in the arid desert near Palm Springs, we had three modes; hot, dry and wet. I honestly don't know how I survived for so long, considering my body is actually built for colder temperatures. Anything above 68°F becomes too warm. 70°F is pushing it...oh, that's because the humidity here is 90%.
-grows a small smile and shakes her head, coffee nearly gone-
Gotta love half-asleep ramblings of a barely caffeinated moon brain.
-/-
It's now 6:28pm and I'm workin' on my...fourth cup of coffee. I know, it's a problem. A delicious problem. -grins and lets out a laugh at herself-
I dunno why I say the things that I do, it's been a life-long issue I still have yet to resolve. The whole, 'I Open My Mouth and Words Fall Out.' I swear I need that as a warning label on my person whenever I leave the house.
-scoffs softly and shakes her head as David Bowie's 'As The World Falls Down' spills through her gaming headset-
So what's next for today? Honestly, no clue. Try to power through the agony surging through my spine as best as possible. Some days are easier than others, it just depends on my nerves and if the feel like being absolute asshats, as they often tend to be.
Anyhoozle, I also took a picture today...well, a few but only liked two of them. I'll share one here that I haven't shared anywhere else. Not the biggest fan of how round my face looks, but I thought it came out kinda...I dunno, nifty?
On that note my luvlies, I'm gunna jet.
-Adieu
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