Sitting here in Skagway I’m looking out the window at clouds clinging to A। B। Mountain and we have not had a full day of sunshine in over two weeks। One of the things I love about summer is the sun। Here in southeast Alaska its either sputtering rain or just pale gray skies greeting me as I walk out my door each morning. I have such a low tolerance of grey skies and having spent the winter in Flagstaff, Arizona where they got record snows I anticipated blue skies, green trees and abundant wildflowers as my summer playground. I got the green trees, Sitka spruce to be exact and wildflowers with abundant days of clouds and sneak peak glances of the sun. Yet I'm glad to be here. It is being out in the world meeting new people and challenges that I have found what I can call home for me.
It’s an interesting summer. This is the most limited sunshine I’ve experienced since being on this earth. Old timers who have lived in Skagway for years say this is the worst summer on record. I don't know but I do wonder if global warming is effecting Alaska and that what we define as summer, spring or even fall is now relative. I now know that sun and being around family ranks high at the top of my list. I don’t know when this happened but it did. I wrote in my journal last night that I am ready to go home. I actually said the word and I missed family and close friends. I am homesick. This is a feeling I’m allowing myself to feel. Why? Well since I was in second grade I have never felt home anywhere. I had been trying to get out of Danville and on to what is next from day one. Being still was not a concept I understood or desired. Nothing grew under my feet. I kept myself moving. Once the Navy experience got old I chucked it for private life.
I don’t know where all of this is going. Just musing of a poet and writer who is ready to embrace herself and call some place community. North Carolina is home for me. I lived there only a year but I have been up and down interstate 40 and its side roads like 86. I like the rural nature and quite towns you can sit out and here cicadas most summer nights. I guess it reminds me of Danville as a child in those muggy summer nights. Sitting on the steps eating watermelon or playing hopscotch on the side walk, simple games that kept my mind occupied for hours. It is as close as to my past I can touch while being in the present.
It’s an interesting summer. This is the most limited sunshine I’ve experienced since being on this earth. Old timers who have lived in Skagway for years say this is the worst summer on record. I don't know but I do wonder if global warming is effecting Alaska and that what we define as summer, spring or even fall is now relative. I now know that sun and being around family ranks high at the top of my list. I don’t know when this happened but it did. I wrote in my journal last night that I am ready to go home. I actually said the word and I missed family and close friends. I am homesick. This is a feeling I’m allowing myself to feel. Why? Well since I was in second grade I have never felt home anywhere. I had been trying to get out of Danville and on to what is next from day one. Being still was not a concept I understood or desired. Nothing grew under my feet. I kept myself moving. Once the Navy experience got old I chucked it for private life.
I don’t know where all of this is going. Just musing of a poet and writer who is ready to embrace herself and call some place community. North Carolina is home for me. I lived there only a year but I have been up and down interstate 40 and its side roads like 86. I like the rural nature and quite towns you can sit out and here cicadas most summer nights. I guess it reminds me of Danville as a child in those muggy summer nights. Sitting on the steps eating watermelon or playing hopscotch on the side walk, simple games that kept my mind occupied for hours. It is as close as to my past I can touch while being in the present.
This blog will go out today and I challenge those who get it to start this dailogue and comment and write back. I will keep sending it to different people until I get those who desire to speak out loud there dreams and passions. Why is this important to me? Well I have met people who are waiting to live there lives, people who are afraid to dream, people who are dreamers and live each day in the moment and I desire to awaken everyone to what matters most to them. So enough of my musing the next blog will introduce Kari Rain an Alaskan woman.
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