Seattle
There is a french bakery across the street. I can go there every morning if I want. I like that. Yesterday I got a sweet crepe with nutella and fresh strawberries. They have savory crepes as well, but I always get nutella and strawberries when I can. It is my favorite crepe flavor. This morning, I walked over to the bakery at 11:07am and got an apricot and cheese brioche. I ate all the brioche part and a little bit of the cream cheese. The brioche was doughy and fulfilling. The lady at the cash register wasn’t too friendly. May the rest of her shift treat her gently.
I have two big windows in my living room and I open the blinds to let some light in every morning. If I liked tea I would drink some chamomile tea and look out my window. Revel in the solitude of a slowed pace of life. Less horns blaring, less places to be, less pressure to show up as anyone other than who I am. The summer sun stays out all day here in Seattle. Till about 9pm. I can take walks in the evening and feel safe. I like that.
The streets are quiet lately and most people are still wearing face masks. My car arrived from North Carolina today but I still plan to use my legs. I feel grounded when my shoes scrape the crevices of the sidewalk. Everytime I land in a new city it takes my body two days to fully arrive. I marvel at how we can enter into an airborne vessel and be transported around the universe. I am stunned everytime.
I have to start work in one week and I am grateful for the moment of stillness and quiet that has come before. I can sort through who I am right now, and make peace with her. I sleep long and lounge hard. I invite slow mornings into my routine before I have to answer to someone else. There is a Louis Vuitton, Hermes, and Prada store across the street. I can see these stores when I look out of my window. I am grateful for this temporary home but it is a subtle reminder. I want to see trees, quaint coffee shops, and brown hued humans outside my door. I will add this to my prayer list. “Abba plant my feet, go before me and make every crooked place straight, make a home for me, here, in Seattle. ”