You know where I've been. But today seemed good. Today I took steps in putting myself in the place that I might need to be to sort things out.
I started the morning with some life admin followed up with a chat with the neighbors across the street. I love neighbours. I made plans to go to church with them in the morning. They go to the same church my grandparents did and helped start the Canadian L'Abri (which I didn't know when I chose to go there).
The sun was out.
It's out now.
(don't ask why I'm inside writing)
I'm alive and right now, I'm glad of me.
Yesterday was a low. Today is a high. People, I promise I'll try and stable myself out soon.
One of the things, I am quite certain, that has been affecting me is lack of exercise. I'm used to dancing and walking around but, at L'Abri, life can get immobile. I hiked a mountain twice one week and then, the next week, I twisted my ankle. Since then, it's been bruised and swollen (we're on week 3 or 4 of the twisted ankle). This certainly doesn't help.
To get my blood flowing again, my bike is best. When I ride Silas, I feel jubilant. When I feel my muscles start to burn as I push myself faster, I grin. Sunglasses on. Wind blowing.
I like biking in dresses. I like the way it feels.
No spandex for this human.
I went to the mechanic to pick up Silas. They were super sweet and their estimate was $40 more than what I actually had to pay. Great service, I was grateful.
On the way to the trail, I stopped by Grandfather's and visited with him at her adult family care facility for a bit. I had printed out pictures of Alaska, L'Abri and, and my travels abroad and we looked at them together. It was good to catch up with him. I love that man - Warren Wilson.
I rode onto the Burke Gilman and felt immediately calm but exhilarated. I love that trail. I've spent so many hours, road so many miles, had so many conversations on it. If any place in Seattle feels like home, it's that trail. Can a trail be home? Maybe it's just a sign that I'm home.. but I'm not. But I am.
As I was biking, I had the thought, "I'm going to go visit the Burke's..." and exactly as I was entertaining that thought, there on the trail was Mr. Burke! We caught up quickly before carrying on our separate ways.
I made it to Log Boom where I found a small little beach to the side, small enough to be considered private. There was a log and I laid on it, hugging it like a koala, and soon found myself asleep by the lake, surrounded by trees.
When I woke up, there in my sideways vision was a man flying in the air... I think. He was spinning and twirling around on the water. Then I could see clearer that there were jets of water coming out from his feet propelling him across Lake Washington. I let myself watch for a while.
Biked back to Tobbit.
Afternoon settled. Time for the evening events.