The past four days gifted me a series of phrases that have been circling in my head from the moment I heard them, so this year I thought – why not let Book Passage speak for itself?
As I studied the Puget Sound in my scooter’s rear-view mirror, I realized then that the greatest gift that Vashon gave me this summer was the gift of reflection – the gift of looking back.
It’s yet another lesson I’ve learned this year: As scary as the unknown can be – be it our future or simply a new corner of the world – it’s up to us to finally fill in the blanks…not to mention our sketchbooks.
I’m learning that just because our dreams change and take on a different shape doesn’t mean we’re giving up on them – it simply means we’re listening to what’s working. We’re listening to the flow.
I keep thinking about the mysterious ways in which life often works – planting seeds when we least expect it, and then giving us equally unexpected opportunities to bring those seeds to fruition.
We find our rhythms in life, and we fall out of them. We catch our buses and flights, and sometimes we miss them. We lose our travel mojo, and we get it back – at least that’s what I’m hoping happens soon.
My head is always filled with a thousand plans for the future, but as I dug my feet into the sand and sketched a place I’ve been calling home for nearly three decades now, I felt my mind grow still.
If our inaugural Summer’s Sketchbook last year was any indication of what’s to come this summer, I couldn’t be more excited to see the sketches that unfold over the new few months.