I had a doozy of a weekend. It was all partypartynursenursepartyworkpumpworknursepartynursenurse. I might have had a few hours of sleep, but it wasn’t quality. Anyhow, I fell behind on my reverb10 writing! So here goes…
December 4 – Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year? (Author: Jeffrey Davis)
I’m going to have to default on the whole being pregnant and having a baby thing, here, which is sure to happen on a whole lot of these reverb posts. That said, events that stick out as a wonderment aside are as follows:
1) The Olympic Sculpture Park Farmers Market! I know it sounds cheesy, but every Thursday during the second half of last summer I would dress Niko in his big ol’ Scarlet O’Hara looking sun hat, dig $100 out of my savings hidey hole, and walk him down the street to what I called “the party.” There, I got to know so many amazing vendors, some of whom would come with dirt under their nails from digging out the very potatoes I was buying. I sampled several amazing local wines. I bought hand made pastas. I ate bacon and maple doughnuts! Niko would look around in wonder until he fell asleep. After, I would come home with a 10lb bag of second run tomatoes (among many other things) and make 4 quarts of my favorite marinara sauce to freeze in batches. Thank goodness for that sauce! It won’t last until next tomato season, but it’s brought life to many of my most memorable meals since.
I feel deeply thankful to live in a city where such amazing things happen.
2) A weekend trip to the Olympic Peninsula. We went on a whirlwind tour around the Olympic Peninsula and…. well… can I tell you a story? I’ll keep it short, I promise…
Once upon a time, I visited the Pacific NorthWest for the very first time. It was the year 2000. I climbed a few epic trails in the Olympics and felt so utterly connected to the land here. I felt what I suppose some people would call God. Fast forward to 2007, when I started dating this incredible man who lived 3,000 miles away in Seattle. It felt easy for me to move to Seattle when that man asked me to come, because I knew that part of my destiny was wrapped up in those gorgeous Olympics. This sounds a bit, I dunno, cheesy. I know. But every word of that story is true without an ounce of embellishment.
Anyhow, we took a whirlwind trip out to the Olympic Peninsula last summer. It was my first trip back since that fate changing hiking trip in 2000 (I know, I know). And, y’know, not a thing has changed. I do belong here. There is something in my soul that is connected to the land out here. That’s a whole lot of wonder, right there.