i am on a field trip, peregrinating to the mainland to visit new babies and new wives and new boyfriends and new dogs, as well as old friends, and relatives. it is a mixed blessing. i am very happy to see the people, and i look forward to meeting the dog, but i'm also an old curmudgeon, set in my ways, accustomed to the habits of my little camper. although i have lived there less than two months, it already seems 'home', and i am particularly happy at how close it is to creeks where i can sit and listen to the noise of the waves and billows as the water goes over the rocks. i've already become accustomed to look out my window and see either a fir trunk or a thicket; now i'm looking out a window to see a row of commercial buildings opposite the coffee shop where i'm sitting.
so i was delighted when my niece asked me to show her and her new husband (my nephew-in-law?--whatever, he's a dear boy) the waterfalls on whatcom creek. i so easily forget the wonders that are right around me as i wax nostalagic for the wonders that i left behind me. all over again i fell in love with bellingham and the creek that is why it's here. but more importantly it reminded me of something i think henry thoreau said: 'what is heaven but the outside of the earth everywhere?' of as jesus i'm sure said, 'the kingdom of heaven is at hand.' it is easy for me to think of being other places, when where i am is full of angels.
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