lore of the lighthouse caretaker

An unexpected but most welcomed opportunity arose for our family to become the caretakers of the 100 year old Point Robinson lighthouse on Vashon Island. Having grown up on the island, I wanted nothing more than to ditch city life in Portland in exchange for the natural playground of forest and shore that Vashon offers. I wanted my kids to be kids, to have real community and to be a part of a rich historical legacy. These writings reflect my daily musings within this dynamic landscape.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

be witched

"I can hear it but I cannot see it.
Waves appear as evidence that movement surrounds me.
The bird floats. Water bubbles.
It is effortless but not easy. Survival is heavy and buoyant here.
Each piling holds the weight of air graciously. The cormorant waits patiently for sustenance.
Fog obscures the urgency for action.
One meaning orchestrated by all.
Now. Become."
JH

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Hugh & Hilarie OliverOctober 18, 2015 at 1:56 PM
Becoming is hearing what is not seen, loving who doesn't return it, grateful for life-inner environment of peace; outer expression of joy just to be in the world.
HHO
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