Blending

Yes, I've been absent more than not, lately.  It's been one of those internal transitioning times for me and I always find it near impossible to write about lighter, less personal stuff during those times.  So I just don't write - or rather I just don't publish what I write.  There is rarely a day that goes by that I don't write.  It's therapy and creative outlet all wrapped up in one, and necessary for my sanity to remain at least a little to this side of sane.

During this time I found that having a separate food blog was just way to much to maintain.  So I made the decision today to once again blend my "everything else" blogging with my food and recipe blogging.  I've imported all the food posts from Rutabagas and Other Adventures to this blog and will continue to incorporate food related and recipe filled posts from time to time.  Hopefully this will help me feel less scattered all over the place.  I still have my nature related blog The Tern's Song that only occasionally sees posts these days, mainly because most of my nature writing has taken on a more personal and spiritual nature.  I'm still wrestling with whether to open all that up into The Tern's Song or not.  We'll see.

In the mean time I have a backlog of things to write about for this blog and I hope to slowly but surely catch up.  Stay tuned.

A Good Morning

Up early this morning.  Woke up before Mark's alarm went off at 5:30.  Odd sense I didn't blow the candles out till after 2am.  But I was awake and had some energy so after Mark left I went out for a ride on Ducky.  I road out to the first pier along Alki and then sat there for quite a while watching the gulls and crows and a man on a paddleboard waiting for waves.  I eventually noticed that the dark birds perched out on the buoy marker/light thing were not cormorants but a pair of eagles.  They were perched there watching the morning go by... so I took a lesson from Eagle and perched on a bench and watched the morning go by.  When they took off they were just above eye level and very close to me - they are such magnificent birds, so awe inspiring.  And enduringly patient - they have to be considering the number of gulls and crows that suddenly showed up to harass them when they took off.  I watched a crow keep flying in from behind one of the eagles and when it got with in six inches or so the eagle would shift and drop just a little but it always made the crow pause for a moment in his boldness.  Once the eagles had disappeared I picked myself up off the bench and turned Ducky towards home.  The heron that I had seen on the way out was now further out in the water where the receding tide was giving access to more of the shallow sandbars.  More people were out by the time I was riding towards home.  More joggers, more cyclists, more rollerbladers, stroller pushers and dog walkers - all typical of a sunny morning on Alki.  It was nice to have a day that I could be out there adding my own touch to the crowd - sitting tall on my blue mixtie and pedaling along with a sunny day eagle enhanced smile.