I’m staying in a lovely cottage on the Oregon Coast. I got here last night.
The drive is 3 and one half hours, so I was damned past exhausted, when I arrived. As tired as I was, I had to admit that the space is darling. So much attention to details. Very quiet. I can hear my mind working, in this spot.
I just had to get away from the smoke. At some level, as is often the case, I also wanted to get away from myself, and my worries. Doesn’t seem to work overly well!
I still have not heard about my biopsy results. I’m starting to get annoyed. I was told 2-4 days, and it’s been 4 days. I called the doctor’s office Tuesday, and they promised they’d call me once they arrived, but I’m feeling tempted to call again.
It’s under 60 degrees out, so I’m not sure how motivated I am to go to the beach.
I might just spend time inside resting, writing, and meditating. It is very peaceful here, which gives me the ability to tune into myself more clearly.
Part of me feels it would be a shame to come this far without seeing the ocean. Part of me doesn’t care.
I’m considering painting outside, but I will have to get everything set up so I don’t get paint on anything. I’ll also likely need to wear my parka, which doesn’t enhance flowing arm movements.
I don’t mean to complain. I know I’m fortunate to be in such a lovely space, away from the smoke of Ashland.
Sometimes, when I’m in a state of inner turmoil, it becomes more apparent to me when my surroundings are peaceful and quiet.
I suppose this is the case right now.
Oh well. I’ll do my best to enjoy my solitude and the natural beauty here.
Since that is all I really can do.