Caminante, no hay camino.el camino se hace por andar.
Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way by walking it.-Antonio Machado
Yesterday we left the vardo early, boarded the ferry and before 10 o'clock stood at the counter to order breakfast at The Sisters. We were in Everett. This restaurant has been around for as long as I remember this town. One of the sisters took our order. I asked for a vegetarian omelet without cheese. "Would you like avocado instead?" "Sure," that sounded good. "Have you been here before?" the Sister asked us. "Yea, I've been coming here for a long time, off and on." She said, "I try to remember the customers who have been coming for a long time. I forget though. Then I remember a face of some guy and think, 'Wow he's been coming for a long time.' Pete ordered something he never heard of before. It was interesting. The pesto was good. Over the meal we talked about things, spent a bunch of money and literally rode through a thick layer of early fog to get there. The season is shifting. Some things change. Some things stay the same.
The meal was not as good as we both remember they used to be. Maybe they were always this way. The coffee was the worse brew I'd tasted in a very long time.
The avocado as cheese replacement, was miraculous, creamy, delicious.
The shortbread was buttery.
The Sno-Isle Food Coop was our next stop. It's right next door to The Sisters. This place has also been around for awhile, and been through many transformations. When we were wedged between the big homes overlooking the Port of Everett, we shopped here. Still smallish, but stocked with organic and often fresh produce and product off the shelves that we enjoyed, the idea and the operational philosophy of a coop suits us. "Not for profit, owned by the community and particular about products."
Our final stop before returning to Whidbey Island was in Mukilteo. Pete had a bag of our Gravenstein apples for our old friend, Doug. He's another of those been around a long timers in our lives. It was this friend and his wife who had their fingers in setting the glue to Pete and my romance of origin. That was 1994. Doug was out making sales calls for The Beacon, doing what he's been doing for decades. We missed him, left the apples and had a short cellphone chat while we rode the ferry back to Clinton.
All these bits and pieces of a day don't seem like much, no big deals, no particular dramas. Nonetheless, the scene is changing the corners and shelves are stirring dust, and we keep walking. In a few hours the Sturgeon (Full) Moon will turn her lights on. Satori Harris writes about the energy of this Aquarius Moon that most of us (in America) will wake to tomorrow morning. (The moon is full at just after 2:00 am Pacific Daylight Time.) I was comforted and tickled when I heard her conclusion. I like the idea of naming the emotions Kevin or Lillian.
- "... Feeling vulnerable is a natural progression in growth. Keep good boundaries to protect yourself and others, but don’t close off or close down. All those feelings are there for a reason. If you need a distraction from your vulnerability, try naming your emotions. I mean label, like timid or fearful, not Kevin or Lillian – that’s just silly."