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 19th 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.
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.
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 3rd 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.
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.
