The End of the Road

December 1st, 2008

As the song goes, the road has got to end somewhere. Oftentimes, its hard to tell when the journey is over because one thing leads into another. A small road trip was on the menu the last couple of weeks. Although I dont enjoy driving generally, I found myself heading south on I-5 and didnt stop until the weather was a steady 75 degrees. Along the way, I saw many friends and family- some had new children, had built houses, started new businesses, strengthened relationships, grown up, grown older and yet all of them were still my friends. Each one gave me something different, part of themselves that reminded me who I was. Its easy to forget the little things that make each of us unique and its nice when you can rely on friends to remind you of what makes you special. It was this thought I had for Thanksgiving.

Was there any special significance of slamming in to a harmless deer at 70 miles an hour last night? Luckily, I had not had time to swerve or to try and avoid hitting it which would have been worse for me. I hit it full force, head on, killed it and destroyed the truck. The police man said he had never seen a car so destroyed by just a deer. Where did the entire front end go? In a moment, everything changed again.

A night in Weed, Ca, a greyhound bus ride and long drive in a rental car later and I finally returned to Seattle. Life ends and begins again, round and round, we just keep going. The road doesnt ever end, does it? The journey is endless; you cant quit yourself.

To my friends an blog followers- keep on truckin'! Oh, and watch out for deer.

The Rain Begins

The rainy begins for the true fall season and turning of the clocks. This is the view around Seward park and Lake Washington.
A walk through the Japanese botanical gardens at the aboretum was a Sunday treat. A perfect venture for the weather. The striking oranges and reds against the once grey sky, then bright blue was really dramatic. Look at these red maple leaves as they have fallen on top of the larger yellow ones. The contrast made me think of the work of Andy Goldworthy, a public artist who uses these contrasts in nature for his work. While one season ends, another begins, and I feel comforted by the passing of time when it once seemed to stand still, now we know that things have changed, we have all gotten older, in a good way, and may find more peace in the future.