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Today, this is where you can find me. Mid July. teaching yoga, greeting guests, serving meals. A
month and a half ago I packed up life in Oregon; packed it into a storage unit
and closed the door for four months. I found my way back up to the place where
my adventures began almost four years ago. Back into a little island of
wilderness that is separated from the hustle and bustle of everyday life… no
roads, no sirens, no cement. The loudest noise that meets my ear is the landing
of a float plane, or a helicopter, or the howl of 19 sled dogs at 4am. The days are long, this I
cannot sugar coat but life all the same has but one singular focus… this place
and these people. The newspaper arrives in a brown mail bag three days late and
news travels by word of mouth. Don’t get me wrong, I could be more in tune. I
choose not to. For this short time I am on vacation from the world of news and
have adapted my thought process to include what is happening with my family, my
friends, and about my island wilderness. I think sometimes it takes that step
back… that is what these months have begun to shape into for me. My eyes are
noticing things that get lost when life moves at a quicker pace. I've slowed it down and in doing so I’ve
observed what plants are coming into bloom; I find myself waiting in
anticipation as the fireweed blossoms develop…. they are almost there. When they
burst the hillsides around us will light up with purples and pinks. For almost a month now I've watched a
mama bear with her babies. I’ve noticed how her babies have gained dexterity over
these last few weeks. They don’t trip over their own paws quite as much. I've sat in one place and the world has walked through my front door. Literally. Where life will go after this summer I am not so sure but for now I'm in a holding pattern. Content. 
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