Sunday, April 22, 2012

Once Upon a Sunday on Whidbey Island

"How fickle my heart how woozy my eyes."

"Lend me your eyes I can change what you see. But your Soul you must keep totally Free."

I record my life through words and pictures. I always have. I always will.

"In these bodies we will live. In these bodies we will die. Where you invest your invest your life."

Once upon a Sunday on Whidbey....follow me...I'll tell you a story:

Humphrey Road takes me past orchards and horses, old houses, blackberry bushes, island homes, fancy people, farmers and long open country roads.

I spent so much of my childhood on Whidbey with no cable TV and for most of the time no telephone. As a teenager I was boy crazy and without a phone I was forced to read inappropriate biographies such as Elvis and Me (LOVED IT) and smoke Capri cigarettes with Jana Bentley on the beach while we wore our underwear on the outside of own jeans. We were so cool. OMG.

Back in the day before age 10 I remember I was bored to tears on Whidbey. Some days I would walk down trails in the hidden woods close to the cabin and make up adventure stories. Now when I think of it, it reminds me of Katniss Everdeen.

During my walks I collected berries and leaves and would make wilderness stew (but I never ate it only pretended). I also pretended that my true love was at the other end of the trail searching for me. (Hot damn....he must still be searching it's now 2012).

These days on Whidbey my maternal Grandma June and Grandpa Hubert watch over us: Grandma with a high ball in one hand and Grandpa listening to the Mariners with a pipe in his mouth.

Today D and I journeyed the beach. I left my cell phone at the cabin-we collected shells, threw rocks, investigated insects and driftwood. We ate, slept, laughed, read books, sat in silence, enjoyed Sunday jazz and listened to woodpeckers during our Sunday dinner.

At one point during the day I showed my step-dad (man who raised me. best example of a father to me TOM) my new read, "The Female Brain," to which he responded, "I didn't know they had one." Classic Thomas Schille humor/response.

After a long and beautiful Sunday, D and I made our journey back to the big City. On our way to the ferry I stopped in the middle of the open, warm country road and I took an Instagram picture of the surreal blue sky. I continued to drive. D and I were silent and our bellies full. We both need a bath, but we are so happy and thankful. I think of all the people I love and this crazy world. Today it makes sense (kind of)~ other days not so much. As Tracy Chapman Fast Car song began...Diego's eyes closed.

One that thing: you "may" find a picture of an odd woman sculpture. It was a present to our family...something about hair and not shaving. I have no idea what they are talking about (AY DE MI).

Today. Love. The Sea. Mi Vida. D. Peace. Entry of entry...


  1. omg. LOVE these pictures. LOVE your words.

  2. I have never been to the cabin! Only that street fair-- waiting for my invite :)