Fall is here.
The rain has come, pitter pattering on my deck. All the people who flood Point Reyes in the summer season have migrated back home.
I love this time of year. The quiet. The time to ground down and focus. I turn on all the lamps for a warm feeling and play Chopin. Maybe I like a chill in the air. I have no need to zip around Northern California socializing but I will stop by a friends house and sit by the fire and talk over tea for hours.
I want to write, to read, to take photos, to cuddle and watch movies. I want to build a fire on the beach and wrap myself in thick wool and my feet in rubber boots.
I am full of inspiration. I had a gallery owner see my photos that I donated hanging at my soon to be old job and she told me they were really good and a great representation of Point Reyes and that I could charge hefty prices. There's a few spots in town I would love to hang my work, now to find an investor or raise some money or get a credit card to shell out the costs for printing. It would been a dream to have my work selling in Point Reyes.
Point Reyes is such a different world than any other. Everything happens here by meeting people. Craigslist and monster jobs and all that won't work for jobs and housing. Everything happens by talking to people. I have a job I love because I met the right people. To live here, many of us have a hodge podge of jobs, contracted Jill's and Jack of all trades. I like how so close to a world where you can Task Rabbit anything you need, in Point Reyes the only way you get what you want is by being out in your community.
The mushrooms should be out soon. My third season here. I was just picking cep in France and England but it is still not time yet here.
The fall always brings the cool ones to Point Reyes. I spent my morning talking to a Texan who had walked the Discovery Trail- 6.5 months from coast to coast. Beautiful green eyes and a huge bushy beard. He had the serenity of a man blessed with 6 months of freedom and the open road. He reminded me what was good about the soul searching I had done. His perspective was not one of survival but of magic. He's a Texan, no hippie, a blue collar guy and he says "the universe will take care of you." I sometimes forget that. Lately, it has been taking care of me, but I forget to trust.
He told me how he met a girl on named Danielle when he started his walk and they hit it off. With a sparkle of excitement in those pretty green eyes, he admitted that he is going to go for it. Get his affairs in order and move to DC. "You got to take the risk. I don't want to be 70 years old and kicking myself for never having seen this thing through."
My soul tingled with excitement. He's putting himself out there, he is taking a chance. And then I realized my own chance taking soul had harbored doubts and resignations about doing the Good Will Hunting-going to see about a girl (or man in my case) as my recent crossing of the Atlantic left me heart broken and questioning whether the risk is worth it.
But, the Texan was right, you go to know and sometimes it's not all love and roses, sometimes you go to know just what it would be like, so it can be more than just a fantasy or an obsession. Whether you go and spend the rest of your lives together or go and end up not clicking with one another, it is the chance to find out the answer that matters. It is a chance to not be stuck in regret and stuck in "I wonder what would have happened if I had just tried."
There is a chance Danielle won't be the one for this man but there's a chance she will be. Sometimes you need the blindness of love to make you do something you wouldn't have otherwise. Like leave Dallas and move to to DC. His entire life could change.
He brought a tear to my eye. He was raw, the way a journey makes you. His vulnerability and openness was attractive and inspiring. We are all in this life, trying to make sense of it all, taking risks and playing it safe.
"I'm not ready for the journey to be over," he said with a sadness. I knew all too well how he felt.
Transition is always the hardest.
And just like that, the fall breeze picked up and he thanked me for my kindness and disappeared into the wilderness. And I never even got his name...
Point Reyes is such a different world than any other. Everything happens here by meeting people. Craigslist and monster jobs and all that won't work for jobs and housing. Everything happens by talking to people. I have a job I love because I met the right people. To live here, many of us have a hodge podge of jobs, contracted Jill's and Jack of all trades. I like how so close to a world where you can Task Rabbit anything you need, in Point Reyes the only way you get what you want is by being out in your community.
The mushrooms should be out soon. My third season here. I was just picking cep in France and England but it is still not time yet here.
The fall always brings the cool ones to Point Reyes. I spent my morning talking to a Texan who had walked the Discovery Trail- 6.5 months from coast to coast. Beautiful green eyes and a huge bushy beard. He had the serenity of a man blessed with 6 months of freedom and the open road. He reminded me what was good about the soul searching I had done. His perspective was not one of survival but of magic. He's a Texan, no hippie, a blue collar guy and he says "the universe will take care of you." I sometimes forget that. Lately, it has been taking care of me, but I forget to trust.
He told me how he met a girl on named Danielle when he started his walk and they hit it off. With a sparkle of excitement in those pretty green eyes, he admitted that he is going to go for it. Get his affairs in order and move to DC. "You got to take the risk. I don't want to be 70 years old and kicking myself for never having seen this thing through."
My soul tingled with excitement. He's putting himself out there, he is taking a chance. And then I realized my own chance taking soul had harbored doubts and resignations about doing the Good Will Hunting-going to see about a girl (or man in my case) as my recent crossing of the Atlantic left me heart broken and questioning whether the risk is worth it.
But, the Texan was right, you go to know and sometimes it's not all love and roses, sometimes you go to know just what it would be like, so it can be more than just a fantasy or an obsession. Whether you go and spend the rest of your lives together or go and end up not clicking with one another, it is the chance to find out the answer that matters. It is a chance to not be stuck in regret and stuck in "I wonder what would have happened if I had just tried."
There is a chance Danielle won't be the one for this man but there's a chance she will be. Sometimes you need the blindness of love to make you do something you wouldn't have otherwise. Like leave Dallas and move to to DC. His entire life could change.
He brought a tear to my eye. He was raw, the way a journey makes you. His vulnerability and openness was attractive and inspiring. We are all in this life, trying to make sense of it all, taking risks and playing it safe.
"I'm not ready for the journey to be over," he said with a sadness. I knew all too well how he felt.
Transition is always the hardest.
And just like that, the fall breeze picked up and he thanked me for my kindness and disappeared into the wilderness. And I never even got his name...