CONVERGENCE

This morning as I was positioning a watering can under a rain barrel spigot, I spotted another heart-shaped river rock; when I picked it up, I saw that it had blue coloration in it … the color of Bob’s eyes. The heart shape and the coloration in the rock was a comfort to me as this past Tuesday marked the 19^th month of Bob’s graduation: I am happy for him. But I miss him. So, I thanked Yeshua and Bob for their token of unfailing love towards me; and put it in my pocket, with a smile. I finished watering my garden boxes; then I decided to drive to Eden Valley.

To me, finding a heart-shaped rock is like a loving reminder that death is just a pause in the cycle of life. That affirmation takes the edge off the missingness. This rock will the the 6th I've found these 19 months.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/06/stone-hearts-ribbed-slippers.html)

The day was nice for a drive. The day was also a day Wahkiakum County decided it was time to trim tree limbs back from the roadway. I had been warned Wednesday that there was a traffic delay on Ocean Beach Highway, so I was prepared to expect it; even though it was not stated where the delay would be – I just kept my eyes peeled:

The 1-way-traffic on Ocean Beach Highway that I had been warned of yesterday, was between Nasa Point & Abe Creek; a few minutes outside of Cathlamet. The wait was only a few seconds.

There was more county tree trimming happening near Elochoman Road, which held up traffic for a few minutes. But the delays were blessedly brief. Even the road work at the KM slide area was a smooth passage. When I turned onto Eden Valley Road, I got a laugh out of life in the slow lane – that’s why I like coming here: it’s relaxing. Life happens in slo-mo.

And slo-mo is what I needed today :-D

By the Smalley homestead in Eden Valley.

When I drive to Eden Valley, I leave the fast-paced life and all it’s fast paced hate behind. Where I visit in Eden Valley, no one is in a hurry; or consumed with narcissistic greed – no one is tripping on egomania, and life is peaceful.

Cemeteries don’t bother me.

But, I stayed in the car because I had sandals on and I did not want a snake slithering past my naked toes; they are there no matter how tall or short the grass is. I just did not want to deal with one today. My nerves are still a little frayed after the recent ordeal with Stacey, and I don’t think I would have handled a snake crossing my path today very well …

I was glad to see this trip, that the grass had been cut. It had been very high when I was there on Father's Day.

June 21st, 2020: FATHER'S DAY

19 months – a long time for me: a heartbeat for Bob because eternity is timeless.

I am glad Bob is not on Earth during this time of mindless insanity.

Thinking of Bob in Heaven and how happy he must be ...(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_xRpnw9xKA) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eg7Wqyqivg)

Bob would like the Hiking Club people – and they'd like him, too.

I miss Bob with me.

Bob gave me so much to be thankful for. And while I’m glad he’s not experiencing the insanity that has gripped the world, I miss him; that will never change.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/06/dovetailing-details.html)

Someday … maybe soon, the way the world is going … my body will lie next to Bob’s body again. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kx4mr7WthY)

Our cremains will lie side-by-side in rest; as we lay for 44 years in life. Yes, Babe – I WILL LAY WITH YOU in a field of stone. Where you are buried, I will be buried ~ OX

Sometimes, I just sit and listen to the windchimes … and reflect on what was, what is, and what is yet to be.

Being there comforts me. That may seem weird to some people – and I admit that I didn’t understand the convergence either when friends who had lost loved one were telling me they find solace in visiting the cemetery … and then, Bob was gone from me: and suddenly, I understand.

And I don’t care if people think I’m strange.

I have to do what I have to do to stay balanced.

And right now, at this point in time, trips to Eden Valley where the past, and the present, converge; are keeping me balanced.

I’ve had a lot of chaotic upsets in my life over the past 19 months. Driving to Eden Valley just to unwind and talk is helpful to me: Bob’s body is dead, but his spirit still lives; and though he, personally can’t respond to me, he can still hear me.

So, I talk.

I don’t care if people think I’m weird.

Duffy’s was closed until the covid madness ends – which means, Duffy’s may never open again, because the demoncrats will keep everything shut down permanently; they have no intention of ever opening anything: covid is their golden goose. Their plan is to exploit covid to destroy America on every level – spiritual, familial, “educational” indoctrination, and economic collapse. If they have their way, the only thing that will survive is gutted cities resembling 3^rd world countries, and their godless anarchical tyranny with barak hussain obama as their messiah, and the House as unholy disciples. It is mindless chaos born of insanity.

So, I made a drive today to escape all that. And for a few hours, I did.

A relaxing country drive is all it takes to make me happy and right my world ;-)

I’ve always liked walking and driving the Graysriver and Eden Valley backroads … and I always make time to do the converging Covered Bridge loop when I’m there:

I walked it when it was still gravel ...

I saw a horse that reminded me of Henry (same coloration: chestnut brown, black mane/tail); a horse I loved and rode every day when I was a young girl.

After I left Eden Valley and Graysriver, I drove out Ingall’s Road, in Skamokawa; where I lived for a few years after we moved to Washington from Minnesota. I always include Ingall’s Road – which junctions Middle Valley – which eventually converges with Ocean Beach Highway, when I drive home.

It’s a relaxing country drive.

I always include this loop too.

And every trip I see something I didn’t see before:

It looks like fancy hilltop houses are going up in the valley. I’m not happy to see this.

I always liked seeing hay being baled in country fields. I liked seeing the sun-kissed muscles throwing those bales, too ;-)

Seeing horses always makes my heart happy.

Passing through Skamokawa towards Cathlamet, I saw the Brooks Slough Road Sign, and turned off Ocean Beach Highway onto the slough road. I’m still curious about the advertised 10-mile-hike around the Refuge. Maybe that estimate includes this stretch of road …

Game Refuge

I used to walk the whole loop when it was farm land; before it was a Game Refuge.

I remember each family that lived along this road; I remember where thier houses stood. Now it is all overgrown with blackberry brambles.

This road was always a rough road – it’s worse now.

Hmm. Maybe it wouldn't be safe to walk this road alone … 

Brooks Slough Road is very, very rough now – in more than a few places, the blacktop has been completely worn away down to gravel … a few feet further, there was a parked car leaving very little room to get around it: there was the car and the field; or the sliver of road hugging the slough; I had to try to get around the car on the slough edge.

It was kinda tight; but I managed.

When I got past the car, I could see a few feet down the roadway that the road was still open to converge with Steamboat Slough. I thought it would:

There's the Silverman house, on Steamboat Slough.

Junction Signs. I hiked the trail on Steamboat Slough this past Sunday.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/07/sundayfunday-14-julia-butler-hansen.html)

That remembrance justified; I headed the Horizon towards home, where I had a light Supper and pulled some freezer meats to slip into the ‘fridge for cookathon meals.

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day from start to finish, to get everything done before the Sabbath starts. I am glad I took the time today to relax for a few hours ;-)