Light and Breath
The cold and the light took our breath away.
Our introduction to Florence, Oregon began with
a cold afternoon in the forested beauty of Jesse Honeyman State Park -
our trailer up on jacks, our tire in need of repair.
The unmistakable hiss of escaping air had greeted us as we backed into our campsite;
then the ranger greeted us with the news that we had to move campsites once our tire was fixed.
While waiting for Les Schwab to return with our tire and watching our breath in the afternoon light,
we filled the hours with silly games
and a fungi hunt,
attempting to keep warm in the wintry air.
The evening brought a tire repaired and a road-trip first:
backing our 36-foot home into a wooded campsite
at dark.
While our children were sent to the picnic table to keep out of the way,
Adam backed in
with the light of a flashlight and my phone to guide him.
The rest of our time in Florence
proved less eventful and full of beauty.
Mornings of quiet cold and filtered light
Afternoons of forest creatures,
expansive views,
blazing light and azure skies.
We savored the local coffee
shopped Antique Row and local thrifts,
1940's novelty print fabric, available here
Vintage shoes, available here
Vera cloth napkin set, available here
and enjoyed the waterfront's colorful history and charm.
And now weeks down the road,
I found each of us settling in
to this new way of living,
finding our place and our voice
in a shared home on wheels.
We are learning to
to live together with joy
to look at one another with more appreciative eyes.
to breathe in the Light
and thrive in the tight spaces.
