Visitors from White Rock

I was waving to an Amtrak train as it sped past, and the lady next to me on the boardwalk saw what I was doing and started waving to the train, too. I knew, immediately, that she was a kindred spirit. 🙂  I chatted with Josephine for awhile then, and learned she and her companions were visiting from White Rock, Canada.

You meet the nicest people on the boardwalk…

Tweet’s in Edison: Where Magic Happens

In the little town of Edison, Washington, there is a place where magic happens. It is called Tweet’s, and I never fail to find friendship and laughter there. Also, really good food.

A couple years ago I wrote a post about running unexpectedly into the daughter of the Methodist minister who had married my husband and I three decades before in a town three hours away, on the other side of the Puget Sound.  I’d never met the minister’s daughter before and wouldn’t have known that we had any connection to each other if we’d just passed on the street. But we began chatting at Tweet’s as we ate our breakfasts, and discovered that her father had been the minister who had married Scott and me.

That same day I ran into some of my former students – and it was so good to see them again and to learn about the wonderful lives they were making for themselves. And it was that day, too, that I met WWU students Hannah and Marlo – and they later ended up being in the same classes as my youngest son.

Another morning at Tweet’s I discovered a table of young artists talking about their art – and, being who I am, I, of course, had to listen in to what they were saying from my little table in the corner of the deck. They were funny and bright and had me cracking up to myself in my corner. Soon a young man joined them – his hair was sticking up and he was kind of bleary-eyed and he announced to his friends that he’d just had an all-nighter watching an entire Zombie series on television. His humor and description of the TV show and his aura of good will completely won me over. As I left I stopped by their table and admitted I’d been listening in to their conversation and really enjoyed it. They all started laughing, and we chatted a bit before I left. A week or two later I ran in to the zombie-watcher at an espresso stand, recognized him, and introduced myself. He said, “You’re Karen?! My friends have been telling me I needed to meet you and your husband!” And he introduced himself as Benjamin Swatez – an artist who has worked with Syrian refugee children and other young people, doing art projects with them. He is an amazing human being. And I first met him at Tweet’s.

And yesterday I found more magic at Tweet’s. I found another old student there, Austin, who recently discovered his gift for photography. And I met some visitors from Vancouver, Canada, who’d passed me on their motorcycles as I pedaled my bike to Edison. They were friendly and kind and funny – and I had such fun chatting with them. And there was Charles – the owner of Tweet’s – coming over to greet me and give me a hug.

And, just now as I was typing this, I realized what’s so magical about Tweet’s: It is a place filled to brimming with love.

 

 

 

Exploring the Shores of Bellingham Bay

On the shores of Bellingham Bay…
Met Anthony and his way cool old Bellows camera as I started down the ramp to the boardwalk. At the bottom of the ramp I met another artist, Neal Cronic, who was working on some paintings and was recently the guest artist for the Bellwether Hotel…

Bellingham: Brimming with Bountiful Beauty

Last February my mom, Moz Molenaar, passed away. Cindy, a young woman who was dear to Moz contacted me this week to see if she could borrow something of Moz’s to build a dance performance around. Today I brought Moz’s scarf up to Bellingham to give to Cindy for her dance performance, and to keep in remembrance of Moz. I know Moz would have wanted Cindy to have her scarf. It meant something to me to be able to give this scarf to her…
Cindy in Moz's Scarf

After I gave Cindy Moz’s scarf, I went for a walk along the boardwalk to Boulevard Park. The first person I saw on my walk was my former eighth graders, Annette. It was so good to see Annette again – and get this! She’d just learned she got her first teaching job! She’ll be teaching kindergarten next year – those students are going to be so blest!
Annette

A little further along the path I decided to turn off the main trail and go up to the top of the knoll over-looking the bay. The stairs to the top were lined by purple sweet peas…

I sat down on the Thom Bishop’s bench at the top of the knoll and looked out at the bay. Pretty soon I was joined by a young couple – Melanie and Ronny – who are planning on moving up to Bellingham from Orange County, California. I really enjoyed chatting with them – they were very cool people – and I happily welcomed them to Bellingham…
Melanie and Ronnie Massey
On the way back I saw a schooner unfurl its sails on Bellingham Bay – schooners are one of my all-time favorite things, and I was so excited to get to see it unfold itself…

And then back to Fairhaven…

 

Seen in Bellingham (6-10-17)

Seen in Bellingham today: Kathy Engh of the Bellingham Urban Studio; kayak conversation; the Alaska Ferry; Canada geese paddling in front of “The Rock”; heavy construction at Boulevard Park 🙂 ; a fleet of sailboats; a rainbow of kayaks.