This week is the start of the gray whale migration north along the coast. Carter saw a tale and some spouts and I think I saw something, too, but I'm not sure. I learned that their swimming pattern is to surface for air a few times and then go down for longer periods before coming back up again. I think I'm migrating, too.
I don't know, if you can migrate like running in place? I am finding I don't need to come up for air here as often as before. I'm on my way somewhere. Not totally off the page, but I just feel like writing is one of the many ways that I am creative. I am enjoying the other many ways during my deep dive. Baby alpaca on my needles and soft through my fingers, glue and paint on my hands, ocean in my lens, food on the table.
I figured something out the other day- that while I feel our new home is familiar and comfortable to me, to everyone and everything else I am still kind of a visitor. I am receiving and embracing and now I wait for it in return.