“Emerging”, a self portrait by Sara Therese
A butterfly flits across my path and I catch my breath.
Then, another appears and they dance the joy of free spirits.
Souls entwined in a moment that is both fleeting and forever.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, before they are gone.
The butterfly is a symbol of the soul, change, creativity, freedom, and joy. Their power is transformation and soul evolution.
Oregon, Foggy Perfection
To my dear, faithful readers, who have been oh-so-patient while I quietly process the past year’s events: I’m back and I’ll pick up where I left off, because there’s much to tell.
After leaving Shasta Lake, I faced my longest day of travel thus far; 430 miles north to Pacific City RV Camping Resort on the central Oregon coast. The journey took nine hours and I arrived tired but thrilled to finally be in the Pacific Northwest. In hindsight, I wouldn’t drive those distances in the future. But, growing up in Washington, the Pacific Northwest has always been what I consider ‘home’ and I wanted desperately to be back.
I stayed at the campground for close to two weeks. Pacific city RV is part of the Thousand Trails system and sits just north of Pacific City across the street from the ocean and tucked amid thousands of towering spruce trees. It was a beautiful location and my favorite spot thus far. I woke to foggy mornings that burned off into sunny afternoons.
My days were spent exploring the coastline with Yiska in one hand and my camera in the other. Watching Yiska navigate waves for the first time was amusing. It was a dance back and forth, with ears up as he leapt forward into the waters edge, and then tail tucked as he was chased back out with each wave. Turning, he’d try again and again. And then, he discovered the seagulls. To see him in full sprint, on a wide open beach, was a thrill.
Grace, my niece, lives in Salem, Oregon and joined me towards the end of my two week stay. She and her fiancé, Cameron, needed engagement photo’s and I was happy to do a photo session with them. They were the perfect subjects, willing to do whatever I asked and adding ideas of their own to the mix.
Cameron needed to head back home for work, but Grace stayed with me a few nights and became my first sleepover guest. It was cramped, but in a fun way. We stayed up late talking and getting caught up on life and our dreams for the future. During the day we drove up the coast and visited several little towns, stopping for lunch and shopping. Yiska laid at our feet and watched the tourists pass by, pleased to be a part of the activities.
My next destination was Olympia, Washington and Grace helped me break camp and hook up the trailer. It was nice to show her what I’d learned and I realized I had become much more confident in my skills. I dropped her off on in Salem before heading north to my sister’s home.