The houses next door on Hood Canal - I love my Canon
Dear Friends,
Some of you asked me, wondering where I am. In the last eight days I had flown across an ocean, road up into the Santa Cruz hills in a VW camper van with my brother Jerry, took a train through California, Oregon and Washington, and a ferry across Puget Sound. I spent last night in that little yellow house on the Hood Canal. Plane, car, train, boat - in four states, in eight days. Somehow I didn’t find the time to write a blog. But now I do . . .
My friend Scott has a little old house on the Hood Canal and has invited me make it my home for the next two week. I had no idea where Hood Canal was up until yesterday. On a map it is west of Seattle, between Seattle and the Olympic National Forest. A little over two hours away from my base camp - my sons’ home just north of downtown Seattle in Ballard.
I felt right at home as soon as I walked in the door. Scott asked me not to do anything - just to be there. Eat, sleep, look at the water and the seal swimming around, and the ducks and crane - an eagle or two. Keep the fire going. kayak around or not. Write novels, read novels - take naps. Whatever. There are only two rules at Scotts cabin. Rule #1: If it’s yellow let it mellow, if it’s brown flush it down. and Rule #2: Relax. I don't think I'll have any problem relaxing. This is really a cozy place. A pellet stove keeps it nice and toasty. Clean, well-stocked kitchen in a living/dining room - two bedrooms upstairs with electric blankets. I forgot all about electric blankets.
Looking down Hood Canal from my new porch
Across the Canal in the early morning
When I left Kauai in June I set out to find some secluded places like this to hide out and write my novels. That's not what happened. I ended up driving around the country staying with different friends, more now than before, I really love. It truly felt like a whole bunch of home comings. I look forward to returning to each place, to each friend, to each new home spread all over this beautiful country. I also wrote 40 blogs during my four month trip - which I now mark as ending when I returned by train to Seattle last week. Almost everyone of those forty blogs was written during a break in driving. I'd stop for a couple hours at a Starbucks or Borders and compose a story, choose some picture and push send. For me it was a great experiment in speed writing, and right now I am seeing the positive effects of those blogs as I move into the sixth chapter of my new novel "Shambala." So far each chapter is like a story blog - and as I finally find places like Scott's to settle and write for the winter, I plan on finishing forty or more chapters of this novel in the next four month. I'm anxious to see what happens - especially since right now I have no idea what I'm going to write about in chapter seven. I never knew if I would write another blog either, but they just kept coming. This is going to be fun!
A crane out on a canal dock - taken from my porch
Looking right from off the porch
While I'm at showing off my pictures, here are a few nature shots. The one on the left is of a eucalyptus trees I took while on a walk in Aptos, California, just south of Santa Cruz. On the right is a little caption of the Hood Canal yard I'm staying at. The bottom picture is in the mountains above Santa Cruz, looking toward the Monterrey Peninsula.
In ending this blog I encourage everyone to check out this video:
It's a lovely, well presented reminder of where we are right now in the transformation of consciousness, at this challenging opportune time in history. I share this with my love and blessings for the very best outcome of whatever form of self-realization you choose.
In love as always,
David Dakan Allison
ps. my new email address is: daviddakanallison@gmail.com
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