Rainy Oregon

I spent the weekend in lush rainy Oregon. Visited MyArtist and the painting. Celebrated a birthday, met some really interesting people, cooked a little, dined a little, planned little, listened a lot. I even managed to get copious amounts of quilting done.

One thing that quiet contemplative weekends can evoke is musing on life. Like how so many seemingly divergent concepts really aren't. How poeple tend to find shelter under the same eaves again and again. And it leads me to wondering why, if the shelter isn't adequate, why we keep assembling there?

Fun, introspection, retreat.