I am writing to you from MacKenzie Beach in Tofino, on the wild west coast of Vancouver Island. It’s cooler here than Vancouver, almost fall! The mornings are foggy and mysterious, the afternoons clear, and every night we have a fire! The finest of fine sands cover my toes… like palest green fairy dust made of moss and seaweeds and ocean floor water magic…
Happily by the fire I sit.
Soot on my hands. Sand on my toes. While Runge works and I play on paper.
I brought us pine cones flecked with sap and garden cuttings of rosemary, oregano, and eucalyptus to add to our evening fire. And how warming it is!
A glass of red wine, a fire, and thou!
PACIFIC CONTACT. I step out into a world I’ve never known before…
it’s about reaching out for new terrain, it’s also about serendipity and chance. Interestingly, I found myself just standing
beside several of the people I had wanted to make contact with…lovely people!
It felt wonderful, and right, to be a part of this great festivity of Arts and Culture, everyone on their special quest, all of us
Happy Questing Pacific Contact!
Last year right on Daylight Savings the ants showed up. Like they were taking their cue from the Great Ant conductor in the sky. Sometime last week I started making preparations, so I might be able to head them off at the pass this year. At every entry point, I laid out a mixture of cornmeal and borax, while sending them strong telepathic messages not to come at all !
do not come
go eat somewhere else please !
so far…no ants! TT__HH___AAA__NN__KK__YYYY__OO__UUUUUUUU !!!!! Ants…and uncles…