Day 24 ~ The adventurer ~ I was ~ I am


When I was a very little girl, my favorite types of books to read were books that detailed young adventurers.  It didn’t matter the era, the genre, or the sex of the youth.  The common theme was someone who was between the age of 10-18 who for some reason set off on an adventure.  Maybe they were stuck in the wilderness and survived.  Maybe they were heading west with the pioneers.  Maybe they were entering a time portal or sailing across the ocean by themselves or on a ship full of other adventurers.  Maybe they were escaping some calamity.  It didn’t matter.  These young adventurers were smart, capable, and full of hope.  Books and images still light that flame of adventure in me.

I once tried to sign up to take flying lessons when I was way too young to do this sort of thing without parental approval.  The old Spokane Airport had a program for youth to partner with an older pilot to learn to fly a plane.  It was a huge dream of mine to be able to just jump in my own plane (or a stolen one, or a left behind one, or… well you get the idea.)

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I have traveled far and wide and am amazed at the things I have seen and the things I have been able to do.  On a recent trip home, my sister and I went to eat at the old Spokane Airport diner, The Skyway Cafe..  As I sat there eating and looking around at the model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, the pictures on the walls, the old airplanes outside the window, the blue skies, and lazy clouds floating by, it dawned on me .. no it hit me. I am still that child.  The sense of adventure swelled and I wondered where would I go next.  What would I be doing?  Who would I meet?  What would I be eating and drinking? Sky-Way-Cafe-Spokane-Valley-Restaurant-600x800

You need not even listen, just wait…the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself. – Franz Kafka

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open. – Jawaharial Nehru

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. – W.B. Yeats

Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun every year. – Unknown

It doesn’t matter where you are. You are nowhere compared to where you can go. – Bob Proctor

It is probably a pity that every citizen of each state cannot visit all the others, to see the differences, to learn what we have in common, and come back with a richer, fuller understanding of America – in all its beauty, in all its dignity, in all its strength, in support of moral principles. – Dwight D. Eisenhower

The Moment

Poem by Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

My Tribute to Clouds


Clouds will remain for me one of the most comforting things to behold and possibly the best form of escapism around. I have always been fascinated by clouds.  I don’t know many people who haven’t stared into the sky trying to figure out what shapes could be found.  They are ever changing, and always interesting. They are visually amazing, sometimes to the point of being heart-stopping. They are dependable.  They have been everywhere I have been and they will be everywhere I go.  In tribute — I present to you – – my favorite photos of clouds from all over the world- mixed up with a children’s story I would use with my 1st and 2nd graders in California.  Enjoy.

The Cloud

One hot summer morning a little Cloud rose out of the sea and floated lightly and happily across the blue sky. Far below lay the earth, brown, dry, and desolate, from drought. The little Cloud could see the poor people of the earth working and suffering in the hot fields, while she herself floated on the morning breeze, hither and thither, without a care.

“Oh, if I could only help the poor people down there!” she thought. “If I could but make their work easier, or give the hungry ones food, or the thirsty a drink!”

And as the day passed, and the Cloud became larger, this wish to do something for the people of earth was ever greater in her heart.

On earth it grew hotter and hotter; the sun burned down so fiercely that the people were fainting in its rays; it seemed as if they must die of heat, and yet they were obliged to go on with their work, for they were very poor. Sometimes they stood and looked up at the Cloud, as if they were praying, and saying, “Ah, if you could help us!”

“I will help you; I will!” said the Cloud. And she began to sink softly down toward the earth.

But suddenly, as she floated down, she remembered something which had been told her when she was a tiny Cloud child, in the lap of Mother Ocean: it had been whispered that if the Clouds go too near the earth they die. When she remembered this she held herself from sinking, and swayed here and there on the breeze, thinking, thinking. But at last she stood quite still, and spoke boldly and proudly. She said, “Men of earth, I will help you, come what may!”

The thought made her suddenly marvelously big and strong and powerful. Never had she dreamed that she could be so big. Like a mighty angel of blessing she stood above the earth, and lifted her head and spread her wings far over the fields and woods. She was so great, so majestic, that men and animals were awestruck at the sight; the trees and the grasses bowed before her; yet all the earth creatures felt that she meant them well.

“Yes, I will help you,” cried the Cloud once more. “Take me to yourselves; I will give my life for you!”

As she said the words a wonderful light glowed from her heart, the sound of thunder rolled through the sky, and a love greater than words can tell filled the Cloud; down, down, close to the earth she swept, and gave up her life in a blessed, healing shower of rain.

That rain was the Cloud’s great deed; it was her death, too; but it was also her glory. Over the whole countryside, as far as the rain fell, a lovely rainbow sprang its arch, and all the brightest rays of heaven made its colors; it was the last greeting of a love so great that it sacrificed itself.

Soon that, too, was gone, but long, long afterward the men and animals who were saved by the Cloud kept her blessing in their hearts.

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