Getting ready to leave the Eugene cocoon. In fact, I delayed leaving by a day. It’s been so comforting and good for the soul to be here. After living here before for 20 years, some strong authentic friendships developed. Friendships were made from different places of work, from the childcare I ran for several years, from raising my daughter in this community and from the women’s theater group I took part in for several years.
The women’s theater group, Get Down with Your Sweet Self, created theater pieces from personal story. In a safe space, we shared life stories that were heart warming, heartbreaking and sometimes comical. Tight bonds were established. With many of these friends and friends from other areas of life here, we reunite and it’s as if no time has passed while getting to the heart of the matter. We’ve held each other up during hard times and created some hysterically fun times together. During my stay this week, they have held me in my grief. The grief of losing connection with my daughter and my 3-year-old twin grandchildren. A choice my daughter feels is right for her. So I am honoring her choice and honoring my own loss of her and my grandchildren.
Tomorrow, I’ll travel to Ashland, Oregon for the night. Then ease myself out of this cocoon with a stay in San Francisco with my dear friend, Marian. Stay tuned, probably a week away from crossing the border.
Spent the day helping Annie organize, clean and prepare for her studio sale coming up this weekend. Boy, we got a lot done, got caught up with each other, ate well, napped and got Stilby out for a walk.
Reunited with old friends, Deborah and Deborah, for a wet walk in the woods. We got rained on and I never warmed up for the rest of the day. A reminder of one of the reasons I left Oregon. The winters are too wet and cold for me. The cold stays in my bones all day long. In Montana, the temperature can be below zero, but it stays out of my bones.
Late afternoon, I meet my friend, Beth, at the Natural History Museum . I was moved from the moment I saw the eyes of an indigenous woman who’s pain seemed familiar. Maybe she too, had experienced loss of family. Dana Gluckstein
Took my friend, Amy, away from her work for a bit with an afternoon stroll through Eugene Holiday Market. Settled in at Amy’s house for the week. It’s amazing to be a witness to Amy working her magic with her real estate business, Amy Thompson Homes Real Estate. Truly her clients are lucky to have her expertise and it’s no surprise that she is in the top 1% of residential real estate brokers in Lane County.
I’ll be cooking the elk meat I brought from Montana tonight. (Thanks Joe) Amy’s going to pass, but her husband, Jamie is willing.
I’m in gratitude for the smoothness of my journey so far. Made it Eugene which holds an amazing group of friends and love. Walked into my friend Cathy’s house late afternoon yesterday greeted by her newest boxer rescue, Morgan. He and I became immediate friends as he handed me his ball to toss. Her house holds familiar smells and layout that feels like home. Morgan and I will hold down the fort while she is away for the holiday. Gathering with dear friends at 3:00 this afternoon for turkey and fixings. For now drinking coffee and getting a glimpse of the 91st Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade. Have plenty of time to relax and cook cheese garlic grits.
Short drive from Missoula to Spokane yesterday was a little exhausting. Rain, semis and darkness fell in early afternoon. Plus, I’ve been in high gear getting ready for this trip. Resting this morning in Spokane before drive to Portland today.
Would love to sit down with a blog expert. Trying to change the color of my font in the header and publish videos. Plus I’m sure there is so much I could learn.