Journeying on Orcas Island - Part 2

March 4, 2016 

It was a blustery day but I bundled up, took my walker for stability and ventured out to get some exercise - to breathe in the fresh air. The way was bumpy and, at times, rutted with work being done on the Inn’s property. 

I crossed the highway and looked back 

 such starkness as spring awaits its coming  

much as we long for those first blooms to awaken us! 

But wait!

 Looking down amidst the dry and the needed restoration - new life is waking! 

And around another bend - more sunshine emerging and some fragrance in hyacinths. I asked the groundskeeper if I might pick a few blooms for my room and he gave an enthusiastic “yes”. 

I journaled the joys that are 

already greeting me here on Orcas!

I’ve a website to start designing. 

What will light my path? 

I do know the burst of creativity that only God can bring, 

 be it along a worn path, a well tended garden, or a soul that waits in the silence to hear His quiet whisper.

Oh, yes! 

Today some glimpses are blooming of what is to come! 

. . . and blooming!! 

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;  

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

from my journal entry (evening) March 4

after experiencing our first lecture by

Rev. Earl Palmer

Such a delightful man and speaker and a joy to share with him at the reception after the lecture. We spoke of mutual experiences and people from C.S. Lewis’ home (The Kilns). Earl heads to Oxford this summer to do the Study Week with our beloved friend, Kim Gilnett. 

I told him he may find my heart still settled there!

Oh, to share, to be embraced by this group of kindred souls, to “belong somewhere”. 

Thank You, Lord. How faithful You are! 

Amen. 

To be continued. . .