Camping was wonderful. A brief interlude. A beautiful place.
My friend and i had many long conversations by the campfire, worked pioneer woman style through the day. Cooking on an open fire, washing dishes barefoot in the surf, feeding the kids and sending them to play. To find adventures. To build driftwood forts and barter crab shells and eagle feathers.
I forgot about my worries. Feeling them slowly drift away over the two hour drive. My friend taught me to stand in the surf. Let the waves bring in all your hopes and dreams washing them over dirty toes and carry out all the bad stuff. Gone, out to sea.
I returned home to a new job. My first job in ten years. A waitress at a local winery bistro. I worked exhausting and exhilarating ten hour shifts. Working a wedding in the orchard and reception by the trout pond. People so happy, so in love.
I came home late in the night. Bright eyed and alive. Happy to be doing something for me. Something so simple. Something so easy. How could it make me so happy. I wish i had done this years ago.
Posted by Jess at 11:43 AM Permalink


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I am happy for you, Jess. But I am even happier for you feeling happy about yourself!
Posted by Luciana | August 12, 2007 01:26 PM