Friday, May 13, 2011
AJC 2011 Itinerary 19: Verb: MAP
Finding Our Way Home
To say it was a Labyrinthian Journey to our Island Home at Quail Hill is indeed an understatement.
We went through the Move From Hell, to being literally Homeless and a bit panic stricken in a motel at 2am, with a frantic cat who did NOT LIKE being caged!
So no, that is not a typo at No. 5 – it was exactly a DAY after we moved out of our Condo (and catching the last ferry to the Island!) that our Realtor Janet helped Quail Hill find us the Next Day!
It was the 7th Listing, on the 7th Day, in the 7th Month, 2007!
(I think the word you might be looking for is ‘fated’..grin)
The best description of why we came back here, after a 25 year absence toiling in the City, is found in Eileen’s song.
Sung and composed by Islander: Eileen McGann
From her CD: Beyond the Storm
The tall Firs wave and look out on the morning
They shake themselves a touch
And gaze down on the bay -
An Eagle cries and circles round the mountain
The dawn light paints the water blue
As Orcas rise to play.
O what could be more beautiful?
What could touch my heart?
What place on earth
Could keep me from this part
I call Home?
And in a place of dark primeval glory
The Old Ones stand and guard the land
Where they began a millennium ago-
The poets Dream
A Painter’s Inspiration
The Joy of Life on every side
As Nature meant it so.
When evening falls and shadows gather round us
The Sea-Lions fish in twilight’s glow
As Herons float back to their nest
The only sound
The wind among the treetops
An ocean’s whispered lullaby
As I go to my rest.
Photo background: Quadra Island – Cape Mudge Lighthouse – my own photo
Parchment background: Tangie AJC11 Parcel 19
Parchment tags: created from parchment in Tangie AJC11 Parcel 19
Labyrinth design: St Paul’s Cathedral, London, England
Compass stencil: Tangie AJC11 Parcel 19
Fonts used: Tangie’s Mockturtle, Arial Narrow and Antique Type