Feeling Mused.....
I seem to have been touched by a muse of sorts and am feeling the urge to bore all those that dare to read my blog with some random occurrences, thoughts and observations (dare i even say.. musings?). <>
Sure, i might not be on holidays, but the everyday can hold some 'moments' as well.
Take a simple drive out to the ferry for example. Speeding along the Pat Bay highway, belting out Sarah McLaughlan - and i'm comfortable to admit, belting it out off key - and i notice something strange about the car beside me. However, being the good driver that i am <> i dare not to take a hard look until we hit a stop light. Glancing over I can't quite make sense of what i am seeing. It's the normal scene... red car, lady sitting in the drivers seat, singing along to music (perhaps even Sarah too).. but something is different... there is, within the confines of the car, a blue blur. Then it stops and lands on her shoulder. A blue budgie... a blue flippin' budgie flying around the inside of her car while she drives along the highway... YIKES!!! And they say me talking on the cell phone, eating a donut and reading the newspaper is bad thing! ;)
A strange and wonderful thing that i've found i draw into my life is killer whale sightings while on the BC Ferries. I have seen killer whales every single trip while its killer whale season. Tonight was no different. The crackly announcer comes on over the intercom... "Lad..ies... nd... Ge...en... whales.... starboard..." ... then one would think the whole ship is about to tip over as the hoard of tourist flood to the one side, cameras in hand, eyes peering out into the grey waves. Usually there is one person that squeels "over there!" and all heads turn to that point in unison ... some stragglers trying to figure out where "there" actually is. I admit, it gets me too... though I usually hover on the outside playing the part of the 'slightly bored local who thinks its just ho-hum' while inside my heart is absolutely singing. There is something spiritual about seeing those magestic beasts, even if its just a fin off in the distance. The notion of them swimming our vast oceans, having a culture all to themselves... well its romantic.
The night i moved back to Victoria, i was sitting on the ferry, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind screaming at me to make sense of this leap of faith that i was taking. I was deeply doubting my choice to take the job, to uproot. Then the boat had to stop to let a pod of whale pass. They were very close, and we all stood out on the deck watching them breach and play - Vancouver and the mountains in the distance - and i knew i was doing the right thing. Once the ferry got underway again, i sat out on the deck and cried with relief at being given a sign that this path was right.
That was almost exactly a year ago - June 22 2006 to be exact. Seeing the whales guide my trips so regularly just keeps me reminded of that feeling, and secure in the knowledge that for now i am meant to be where i am. It's comforting.
Sure, i might not be on holidays, but the everyday can hold some 'moments' as well.
Take a simple drive out to the ferry for example. Speeding along the Pat Bay highway, belting out Sarah McLaughlan - and i'm comfortable to admit, belting it out off key - and i notice something strange about the car beside me. However, being the good driver that i am <
A strange and wonderful thing that i've found i draw into my life is killer whale sightings while on the BC Ferries. I have seen killer whales every single trip while its killer whale season. Tonight was no different. The crackly announcer comes on over the intercom... "Lad..ies... nd... Ge...en... whales.... starboard..." ... then one would think the whole ship is about to tip over as the hoard of tourist flood to the one side, cameras in hand, eyes peering out into the grey waves. Usually there is one person that squeels "over there!" and all heads turn to that point in unison ... some stragglers trying to figure out where "there" actually is. I admit, it gets me too... though I usually hover on the outside playing the part of the 'slightly bored local who thinks its just ho-hum' while inside my heart is absolutely singing. There is something spiritual about seeing those magestic beasts, even if its just a fin off in the distance. The notion of them swimming our vast oceans, having a culture all to themselves... well its romantic.
The night i moved back to Victoria, i was sitting on the ferry, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind screaming at me to make sense of this leap of faith that i was taking. I was deeply doubting my choice to take the job, to uproot. Then the boat had to stop to let a pod of whale pass. They were very close, and we all stood out on the deck watching them breach and play - Vancouver and the mountains in the distance - and i knew i was doing the right thing. Once the ferry got underway again, i sat out on the deck and cried with relief at being given a sign that this path was right.
That was almost exactly a year ago - June 22 2006 to be exact. Seeing the whales guide my trips so regularly just keeps me reminded of that feeling, and secure in the knowledge that for now i am meant to be where i am. It's comforting.
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10:22 p.m.
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