recollection, part 2
Posted in nature, personal, pia's photos August 7th, 2008 by piablog


personal diary entry, august 7, 2006…

“I have the top of a tall fir tree in my line of sight outside this window, oh how I would love to see a beautiful bald head eagle fly to a branch right now. I would watch that eagle until he flew away.

The tide is out and the sludgy green-gray sand is stretched wide along the bay, sand dollars scattered across the slimy surface. Its a picture perfect view of Treasure Island, rocking in the wind, with the flag that I made already faded to white. I love its new weathered look.

This afternoon I will take a walk along the rocky shoreline. I will find a smooth rock and will lay myself down and look up. And close my eyes. I will take in this shoreline with all my senses as it has become so familiar to me, this ocean that I know so well from it’s other coastline. Being here is like being inside the mirror, looking back and waving to myself from behind the bluish glass. On the other side it is a different palette of blues, warm shades of blues. But here, its grey shades of blue: the dark blue-grey mountains meet the deep black-blue ocean – how is it that you now speak to me like I belong. It is a beautiful feeling, to feel you accepting my presence. I would like to get to know you better than I have over the past years. I’d like to see how it feels to call you home. What an opportunity that would be.”

But on that walk, and on that rock, I sensed something. I sensed that it was the last time I would walk there. The last time I would be invited to visit that special place with those special people who made me feel like I was home. So I lingered a little longer on that rock. I walked back a little slower. And I sensed my heart would ache. For a long time to come.


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  1. nancy says

    wow. thanks for sharing.

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  2. nadia says

    oh pia, so lovely i could feel the air as i read your words, what a bittersweet moment that must have been. it reminded me of when i have a coffee with a friend that i know i might never see again you know when you say something like ” maybe we will meet again” but you have a lump in your throat….
    pia you write beautifully,in fact i think you do everything so beautifully..

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  3. Romain says

    I had the same feeling once about a place, it is very bittersweet indeed…

    Beautiful writing once again!

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  4. Kristen says

    I’m curious as to where this special place is…

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  5. Leslie says

    wow…speechless on this one
    just beautiful, pia

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  6. Emily says

    How beautiful. The coast you described is exactly like the beach where I’ve spend the past 17 summers with my family. Your bittersweet ending was all the more poignant because we are all getting older and going off to school so for us too this will be our last summer together at the beach. You have put words to the emotions I haven’t been able to express.

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  7. pia says

    Emily, it’s true, all things change, nothing lasts forever except when you take it all in in the moment, the memory lasts forever, I promise.

    Thank you Leslie. This post was hard to put ‘out there’. I have no doubt I will talk more about this in time to come.

    Kristen, it’s Vancouver Island in Canada. Specifically, Nanoose Bay. My heart still lingers there.

    Thank you Romain, Nadia, and Nancy.


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  8. Emily says

    Pia the coast you were describing is indeed very close to the beach where I have spent my summers. The island is Savary Island just off the sunshine coast of BC. Thank you. I will always hold onto the memories.

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  9. sofia says

    I know exactly what you mean…

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  10. maggienikole says

    i like the soundtrack

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