The islands where we live with a sunset, water and whales drawn within their outline.
Got Wiley fed and off to his job, worked with Rowan, washed up the dishes from last evenings tapas party, started a fire with damp wood and read Terry’s Monday “Sabbath Moment” post so far. But mostly what I’ve been thinking about is the performance that My Rebecca drug me to last evening.
Culture is something that guys have somewhere on their priority list but somewhere below changing oil in the truck. So, I rely on Rebecca to steer me into appropriate occasions to at least get a passing on my cultural literacy grade. So, last evening at the “Blue Heron” Art Center we saw “Heart of Vashon – telling our story”. It was about local culture, extremely local.
Maybe six months ago this thing was hatched and word was put out to hand in written material about feelings about our island home and our apparently quirky lifestyle. This is easy to do seeing as we have definite boundaries delineated by salt water, plenty of good writers and plenty of quirk apparently. This material was consolidated and hammered into a play of sorts, a performance. This is the kind of stuff we do around here to keep from strangling each other during the long winters.
Yea, so I really enjoyed it and am thinking about it the morning after, which is a good sign. It left an impression. It got me thinking about my forty five years of living here, about how much it has influenced me. There was a line in the play, “If you are here long enough you will be a character too”. OK.
Off to walk here momentarily. Catherine y Dana may show up to keep me company. Morning weekday walks are usually very local. Afternoon weekend walks are the best for visitors like yesterday’s where we had three pilgrims from Seattle. Yup.
Thinking of and praying for our brothers and sisters on the East Coast. Alright, see you tomorrow. St James is Afoot, love, Felipe.