More Pictures From The Fremont Summer Solstice

Pictures of Seattle Center & Greenlake....

Images from the Tulip Festival (Somewhere, WA), Pike Place Market, & Our Apartment
Early Spring 2008

Images from the Summer Solstice Parade in Fremont, Seattle, WA 6/21/08

Sloth = pain

I haven't written in a month. I started this whole, "Im a writer" thing more than 6 six weeks ago and for two weeks, I did pretty well, posting here almost as much as I did when I was living in Finland, and writing a lot more in my fancy new notebook. Why did I stop? Well there are lots of reasons, all of which I tried to use to justify not writing but finally tonight I could not escape the conflict those justifications caused. I want to write and I want to express myself - if for nothing else than to have something to documented speeding through life, my memory won't last forever ya know? And what the use for all of these fantastic experiences if I don't remember them 20 yrs down the road? So let us continue shall we.

Today, I saw the beginning of the end of all my back pain! After two stints of physical therapy, a round of neurological tests (not fun, let me tell, especially since nothing conclusive resulted from it), doctors who thought the pain came from the tightness of my clothes (they're not that tight!), I finally, finally found a doctor who could tell me where my pain was coming from. Even better, she knew how to treat it. And it wasn't more pt!

My doctor, all her patients call her Dr. Jo, is a naturalpath - in other words, a MD that uses holistic practices/medicines. Naturalpaths are big in Seattle and a lot of my co-workers go to see Dr. Jo. Within five minutes, Dr. Jo had figured me out. She told me that when I was younger, I tore a tendon near my pelvic bone (probably when I fell on my butt all those times while rollarblading - you are always right Mom!) but because I was in great shape and exercising through childhood and high school, I did not know I had injured myself until I started to slow down. In other words, when I got to college, and more specifically, when all I did was eat, sleep, study, and drink, I lost my tone. The habits of a sloth do not mix well with a previous undiagnosed injury from childhood.

The pain was random and short lived at first, but by the end of my 1st year at Fountain House, I was in constant pain. The long and short of it is, that during the next four years the pain mutated and became harder to ignore. I started having these really weird sensations in my legs that would not go away. I went to see a neurologist who subjected me to all kinds of uncomfortable and painful tests to see if these sensations were connected to nerve issues. When Rick and I left NYC, I thought that my back problems were a symptom of my high stress levels. There was even a part of me that hoped that they were a figment of my over stressed over tired imagination. Well it didn't go away. Dr. Jo told me it was real, and even more vindicating to me (it wasn't all in my head!) was that other people have had the exact same symptoms as I do!

And so, I found myself this afternoon having large needles (by Rick's account) filled with a solution of irritant stuck deep deep down into the very center of all the trouble. The irritants are supposed to cause the damaged ligament to wake up and heal themselves. Right now, I just feel stiff. On the road to a full actual recovery, but stiff! I will take what I can get, no doubt...

1. Haystack Rock at Sunset, Cannon Beach Oregon
2. Posing in front of Haystack Rock
3. A beautiful sunset from Cannon Beach
4. A sign for Cape Disappointment inspires...

We went to the Oregon coast a couple of weekends ago. Here are some pictures from that trip. I didn't use my digital camera very much but I have SIX roles of film yet to be developed. So, as always, more to come.

The Cliffs of Mohr, Co. Clare, Ireland

Most people who know me know that I am an Ireland fanatic. What most of those people don't know is that this love and obsession started with a song.

The song is by the Chieftains and it can be found on their Live from Belfast cd-which incidentally was the first cd that I or my family ever owned and was also the my first taste of Irish traditional music. Its title, Opening Medley, belies what it really contain in its 9 plus minutes. I was ten years old when I first heard it and I can still vividly remember those feelings that the song generated. My heart felt so big and I felt the blood run through my veins. I was smiling and dreaming and wanting nothing more than to just go crazy and dance. All of sudden I could see and feel what Ireland was and I was completely enamored.

The closest I can come to describing it is that its a lot like realizing that you love someone and they love you back. Like nothing could be wrong in the world because you have this amazing feeling inside. Its awe and happiness wrapped into one. I had never heard music like this before. It was an inspiration, not just a reason or cause for dancing.

It begins with a slow and achingly beautiful melody, then without warning the tempo suddenly shifts and the musicians have turned the song into a ride through the country, quicker and lighter and as powerful as the beginning. Then finally, in another unexpected turn, the song is a frenzied dance, with dancers gasping for air trying to catch up with the pace set by the musicians. One thing you will notice when listening to the Chieftains is that those old guys really know how to play.

The moment that the song crescendoed in the second minute, when I could hear the hard shoes of the Irish step dancer slam against the floor in time with the ultra cool Uilleann pipes, I knew I was truly and utterly hooked for life. When the song ended, we demanded that my dad let us play it again and then again after that. And whats more, I wanted more of Ireland. I had never in my life before thought about Ireland with anything more than in relation to a half hearted desire to get a decent grade on my geography test. I knew that my mom's maiden name was Irish and her first name (Darby) was about the most Irish name there was-except maybe Paddy-but I had never until that moment felt connected to my heritage. After listening to that song, Ireland was the only dream I had. I know it sounds nutty but my life became about going to Ireland someday. Before I even knew there was such a thing as Study Abroad I had already decided that I was going to live in Ireland.

Fast forward to my freshman year of college. Now I am 19 years old, significantly older than the girl who listened to the Chieftains and pledged her life to going to Ireland and listening to the music live, but still, incredibly, obsessed. How many 19 year olds do you know who still want the same things they wanted when they were 10? Most people wanted to go abroad so they could drink and be even farther away from their parents. I was going to listen to music. But I didn't care. I was (am) obsessed after all. And because I was so driven (because I was obsessed), I was in my second semester as a Freshman calling up the Study Abroad office to schedule an appointment with the dean and planning where in Ireland I was going to be. No doubt the people working in that office thought I was off my rocker. But they had no idea how long I had been holding onto this dream.

It became pretty clear that I was going to Galway town in County Galway, which is located on the west coast of the tiny island and about a four hour drive from the country's capital Dublin. The university there was the only one in Ireland that was directly affiliated with my home university. I did some research and I soon found out that the lack of choice was not going to hurt me. Galway is the city for craic (meaning “good times” in Gaelic). Not even Dublin has the same rep as Galway. Not to mention (and this was certainly news to gladden my heart), it was also the center for Irish traditional music. Guidebook after guidebook promised that where ever I went in the town I was sure to stumble upon some quality jam sessions. Needless to say, I was stoked!

I had a lot of fun at school my Sophomore year but always at the back of my mind was that the dream of Ireland was getting closer and closer. Pretty soon I would not have to imagine it, it would be my reality and more importantly my home for 5 ½ months. I had random moments of exhilaration that that thought brought me. I would be sitting in the library studying for finals and all of a sudden I would remember that I was actually going to Ireland. In an instant, the same feelings I had when I first listened to Opening Medley would come rushing back. That feeling of exhilaration is still with me to this day.