It is Thursday and I am here in my studio, writing. Through my windows I see pine and fir and aspen forest, all around me. From my front door, I see rows of round hills moving into the distance. Greens and smoky blues. The wood thrush has returned for the summer’s nesting. I heard him calling yesterday, a song that sings like water over stone.
Beauty is here. Yet today, it is not enough. My heart is longing for the ocean.
What is it in me that can move away from peace so easily?
I love my studio here in the trees at the top of the round hill. I open my window and the air breathes me. The songbirds and the ravens companion me. Their calls inspire me to imagine and write and play. Peace and creation live here with me. Fall, winter, spring.
When summer comes, I move my studio to Victoria on Vancouver Island. There, I have ocean close to me. On three sides of me, when I look on the city map. I can leave my summer studio, drive four minutes in my car, and I am there with my beloved ocean.
I love my studio there, where the ocean lives close by. I open my window and the beach rushes in. I hear the seagulls yelling from their heights in the sky, hear the baby crows demanding their place in the world. When I sit at the beach and write, the waves move in time with my words. Peace and creation live there with me.
What is it that moves me so easily into longing? Time. I have been away from my ocean for nine months. The forest and hills have filled me, and now I come close to the time for change, to become washed by my ocean.
Oh, my heart, love here where I am now. Love here where I am creating these words to the sound of the wind in the trees and the wood thrush song. Know that I am blessed to move from peace to peace. From forest and hill to ocean and beach. From beauty to beauty.
Love what is here before me today, and love what I know will come soon enough. Love the longing I feel today, that created the words on this page. Cradle my longing. Whisper ‘Thank you.’ And whisper ‘Soon, I promise, soon.’