Finally covered our backyard with walk on bark from Lane Forest Products. Boy were these guys enjoying themselves this afternoon!
Today my in laws stopped by for an impromptu visit and asked if I’d like to join them to check out the Tired Dog Ranch as a possible camping option this coming summer. Just under 40 miles from my home in West Fir, this was a fun adventure! My sister in law does a horse/dog camping event every summer and our thought is that this place might work for that. It has a yurt, cottage, cabin, and lots of space for camping.
The woman who lives here said they’ve had several weddings here as well.
The colorful building here is the cottage, next to the house.
This building here is the cabin and that road leads to one large grassy area with a large space for a bonfire and camping and space for horses.
I realized this last fall that I had not taken a vacation since September 2014. Dreaming of my cousin Riis I woke up realizing I’d best go visit that girl and her family before she’s off to professional dance school or college. And then I designed the trip right before my 37th birthday. Got to spend half of a day in Seattle soaking up Pikes Place and while it was cold the sun was shining.
Road the largest ferries I’ve ever been on 4 times, twice in vehicles which was a blast. I also got to watch my cousin compete in the Youth America Grand Prix. She was awesome! Unfortunately they would not let us take pictures of their performances however it was a treat to see her live. A gorgeous ride back to their home in Poulsbo yesterday made for some great photography.
Had a great trip north to visit some of the cousins and my Aunt Gayle yesterday and today. Had the pleasure of getting totally drenched in rainy Oregon with Wonder Woman and Word Girl last night trick or treating. It was good to be with family and enjoy the dress up/candy excitement of the little ones. These two still seem to be contemplating the fact that I am the same age as their father (still asking, are you a kid or an adolescent?). I am happy to know they sense my young heart.
I’ve been missing my sweet friend Angie lately, partly because I know I could have talked to her about my Uncle Hal and she would understand the impact of his death on me. I’d realized recently that I’d been driving past Rest Haven on my way to an appointment a week or so ago so I went to visit her yesterday. There was construction going on there, it looks as if they are expanding Rest Haven. I noticed a lot of birds singing and the groundskeepers were busy caring for the property. It was so nice to see fall colors there, although it made me miss fall in Pittsburgh, PA! Most interesting was that I wasn’t prepared for how happy I was going to be to see her picture again. Her beautiful smile still shines on.
I sent her mom and sister a close up of her picture and the other sweet happening has been that friends and family have been sharing and appreciating this photo as well. Angie died 8/1/1999 of cystic fibrosis. She was a talented, loving, wise, and full of life individual that I’ve known since 1st grade soccer. Valuable lessons she has taught me include taking care of my body because I only have one, that I should live fully, presently, and passionately, and most often to make sure I communicate with those I love honestly and openly.
Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do. -Brené Brown
Today I gave a message at the Eugene Mennonite Church and below here is the take away.
I would like each of you to consider if you only had 6 days left on Earth, like Uncle Hal had from the day he admitted on hospice – are you living the life you want to be living? Do those you love and cherish know how you define a good death -for an instance do you want to die at home, amongst family or friends? And, are you in pain? How are you sharing your pain with others? Please do not suffer alone.
I leave you with this…
Grief never ends…but it changes. It’s a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith…It is the price of love.