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)
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The best description of why we came back here, after a 25 year absence toiling in the City, is found in Eileen’s song.
ISLAND HOME
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.

Chorus:
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.

Credits:
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

AJC 2011 Itinerary 19: Simply Started: A GOOD SOURCE ( according to Sophie)

For Fresh Baked Cinnamon Rolls!

I felt a thick tongue roughly lick and slurp me awake last Sunday morning.
Arrgh!
It was Sophie who told me emphatically that She Was HUNGRY and since we were planning another Momentous Journey, we needed to stock up on Provisions.
According to Sophie, no Momentous Journey should be started on an empty stomach (especially one with FOUR compartments!)
I knew there would be no peace until she was fed, so I rolled out of my sleeping bag, hurriedly dressed, and together we sauntered off down the road.
With her Map basket full of maps and directions to Finding Fabulous Foodie Markets, she unerringly led me to a Bakery where the tantalizing smell of fresh baked cinnamon rolls wafted invitingly through the open door.
Once inside, Sophie ordered a dozen to eat right there and another dozen to take with her, (good thing the other side of her basket was empty so we had room!).
Fresh coffee, a piping hot gooey sticky cinnamon roll, cold water for Sophie and we were happy as clams at high tide.
Sophie smugly said, “See, now wasn’t that worth getting out of that sleeping bag on an early Sunday Morning?”
With a mouth full of cinnamon roll, I could only nod my head in agreement and wonder if I had room for another roll.
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Credit and Kits:
Tangie’s Parcel 19 Elements: Frame paper, Destination sticker, Map scroll. Map paper.
Photo:True Grain Bakery (mine)
Wicker Basket and Cinnamon Rolls: the net
Font: Tangie’s Tweedledee