A Perspective on Life
Cannon Beach 10/31/09
Originally uploaded by All Halley's Eve Over Halloween weekend, I went camping with some of my very good friends in Astoria, OR. This was in conjunction with their participation in Cross Crusade and my obsession with cycling, mud and having a lot of crazy fun. I had asked prior to the trip if I could see the ocean while we were out there. (A feature I haven't seen since November 2008) Rob, the owner of the car in which we were traveling, was more than happy to oblige in the whimsies of a silly girl.
So this last weekend, not only did I get to camp, I got two full days of cyclo-cross, I got to see the ocean and spend some time getting to know three really awesome people outside of city life.
I didn't play the harp at PSU Farmer's Market on Saturday as I was not in town. I wouldn't have been able to play regardless because of rain. That was the deciding factor on my actually being able to go on the trip. You'll never see someone get as excited about rain as I do!
However, I made up for my lack of harping on Saturday by playing during a beautiful ceremony put on by St Stephen's Episcopal Parish last night. They performed a dedication of their Madonna del Ghisallo Portland Bicycle Shrine for fallen cyclists. I have played harp at their church before and was honored to be invited back to play for this event.
With winter coming and the Celtic New Year hurdle passed, I have been beginning to feel a hibernating mood building up inside me. One of my good friends pointed out to me the other day that I have personally reached my "One Year in Portland" hurdle. I feel really good able that. I've spent a year here, have established some roots and feel like I am really finding a home for myself. I am concerned about the sustainability of harping. October has been a hard month. I haven't really been promoting myself as much as I should and because of which, I have found myself in a tight situation, which I imagine will only become tighter unless something changes. I have been looking for a part-time job to supplement my art. I really wish that it wouldn't have to come to that, but regardless, I knew it wouldn't last forever. Who knows, though. . . I still haven't found a job per se, and I am still harping. Things might magically find a way to work themselves out.