Hello again!

Forgive me if I'm out of practice.  Accounting my adventures fell by the wayside last summer, preoccupied as I was by having those adventures - playing around as I do in sunshine and water and trees whenever and wherever I can.  I revisited a lot of places like they were old friends and didn't feel as pressed to document the feelings I had and stories I told myself there.

Then: fall, winter, spring.  Life, job, family, love.  Uncertainty, laughs, washing up, errands, research, learning, drinking, eating.  Portland - very much so.

You know how I like a saga - a story, a quest, a tale of the hero's there-and-back-again.  Something with movement.  So writing my workaday life didn't seem momentous enough to document.  However, I refuse to chalk all that time up as forgettable - quite the opposite.  I am lucky beyond measure to have the life that I do, and I am blessed to find small moments of sweetness in baby smiles and the sound of flags snapping in a strong wind.

Anyway, after a long hibernation, I'm moving again.  Literally.  Everyone, I've gotten a job at the Grand Canyon, and I'm moving there as we speak.  Ta-da!  I'll be doing environmental education with the National Park Service.  And I'll get to feel the sun on my face and the altitude in my lungs.  I get to come home to someone else's delicious cooking and listen to someone else's stories for a while.  Again, I am so blessed.  I'm going to miss Portland, which is my hometown now more than ever.  But I'm so excited to start a new chapter.  In such a beautiful place, with such immense space to fill.
 

Let's go!