On Saturday and Sunday I’d taken my walk on Bellingham’s boardwalk, and today I decided I wanted to do something different – I wanted to explore some place I hadn’t been for awhile. So I decided that today I would head down to Marine Park – I think the last time I’d been there was in the summer when I’d taken my 99 year-old dad for a drive and ended up at the park…
Today I was just going to be taking myself.
I parked in my favorite place and headed down to the Coffee Junction. The Coffee Junction holds a special place in my heart. When I had the opportunity to rebuild my life seven years ago one of the things I did was to start selling my photo note cards at this little coffee shop. Granted, I never made a whole lot of money on this venture – but it was the idea of it – the idea that anything was possible, and that I was free to explore all kinds of new paths in my life – that was the important thing for me.
I ordered a breve from Heather and, even though I haven’t been to the Coffee Junction for, like, years maybe, when I was rooting around in my wallet I found my Coffee Junction card right away (if you could see all the flotsam and jetsam I’ve got in my wallet, you’d understand why that was such a big deal 🙂 ). When I brought out my debit card to pay for my coffee I asked Heather to put another five dollars on there to pay for the next person’s drink, too. She said she loved it when people did that for each other.
I brought my breve with me and walked on down to the park. It was quiet and peaceful down there. There was a way cool dog named Bo, catching tennis balls that his humans were throwing to him – at one point he was carrying around two tennis balls in his mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before… 🙂
I left the park and started back to my car. On the way I stopped off at the coffee shop to see if anyone had been the recipient of the coffee I’d paid for, and Heather came out to greet me – a big grin on her face – to tell me that a sweetheart of a person named Cora had gotten the pay-it-forward coffee. Heather said she was the perfect person for the coffee, and that made me smile.
A couple more blocks up the street and I remembered there was a little path that winds its way through the green belt, so I left the asphalt and headed for the dirt. But as I stepped onto the trail I recollected the best part of the trail was actually the part that went back to Marine Park – and so back to the park I went.
The trail to the park passes through a dog park, and as I approached the dog park a young dog came skipping down the trail to me. I held out my hand and she came up to me to get a pet on the head. Her humans watched her in shock. They explained that their dog, Yaga, was only six months old and very shy and they’d never seen her approach a human like she’d approached me – without any hesitation or fear. That totally made my day. You know when a dog trusts you, you’re okay…
Down to the park again… and then back up through mossy woods, to my car, and home again…
What a great morning!