Right now I'm sitting in the cafe section of the nearby bar, drinking red wine and trying to figure out my future. I've heard that is the recipe for assessing the future things, no? It is funny roaming around on the internet, envisioning yourself in different places - trying to work from somewhere that is both wise and intuitive, but then your brain gets so overwhelmed you're not sure which is which anymore. My second apprenticeship is looming, closer and closer. Where will I go? Sometimes I think I'm certain - I will go to the Pacific! Then I daydream myself in other locations - a remote cabin in Maine, a small shed behind a villa in the Mediterranean. The world is so big and full of possibilities. It is a wonder that anyone makes any certain decisions, ever.
Either way, I am forcing myself into the application process this week. I have an intuitive pull, much like I did with British Columbia, but this time the destination is even farther, even more foreign, so much so that I'm overwhelmed, leaving me wanting to just continue drinking red wine and spend my time finding a space to hibernate up here in the snowy north for the winter.
Regardless, this weekend a friend, Noah, from Rhode Island came to visit. A humble, sweet boy who was always a comfort when I lived over in Rhode Island.
Wondering what lay at the top, we climbed the mountainside. The climb was sharp, I was grabbing at roots and pushing off of trees to make the way, but it was all worth it. We found ourselves looking upon the most magical mossy glen - a stream running between rocks carpeted green, and trickling just underneath a haze of fog and cool, misty light. There was no way photos could have ever done this space justice. The light was pooling in between the trees in just the right way, the air was crisp and there were icicles and mushroom patches, sheets of green covered birch bark scattered everywhere.
It was refreshing in so many ways. It reminded me that Vermont is not just the few streets that comprise Montpelier, that there is so much beauty to admire, and that just going outside can be so much more rewarding than the fruition of any 'real world' accomplishments.
Thankfully, right when it needs to, along comes this storybook-kind- a- magic.