June 24th, I celebrate my birth on earth. Another trip around the Sun. This time, I am aged as many years as the amount of bones in my hand, as many years as the atomic number of Cobalt, as many years as the number of days it takes the Moon to orbit the Earth. It is a magical number, 27. I call my earth day my "pink bearthday" - it is a day to make wishes, celebrate my self-expression (Dr. Seuss is right, "there is no one alive who is you'er than you"), and connect to earth symbols (messages from the Universe).
This year, I wished for trees, and fog, and forest creatures.
And all wishes came true.
I celebrated my 27th birthday in Sebastopol, a small charming town in Sonoma County.
I understand why artists like Tom Waits call this place home, the environment is just extraordinary:
rolling hills, majestic redwoods, storybook apple orchards, skies that look like surrealist paintings, eery cypress groves, rugged sea coasts, dilapidated barns, vineyards, and rural ranches...
Waits says, "It’s a very eclectic little place, full of both hippies in dreadlocks who dance in the town square to celebrate menstruation, and conservatives in Wranglers who work on dairy farms."
Camp. Redwoods. Vineyard. Fog. Animals.
"Your wish is my command..."
Heather, our host, welcomed us to her property, which is located on a private vineyard, nestled in a patch of redwoods. Our cozy private tent was located down the path of daisies and apple trees, and just past the grapevine arbor.
Cosmic Dust, resident cat/huntress. She was quite sociable, but we weren't allowed to pet her (she was adopted from a mountainside - and still pretty wild!) And though she is tough and athletic, local threats like eagles and coyote keep her from wandering by moonlight.
Trees and vineyard could be seen from every tent window. At night, a heavy fog would roll in, cueing the crickets to play their music. And at sunrise, birds would sing their song (the call of ravens, the loudest).
My birthday gift from Chuck was this awesome Instax camera (in flamingo pink!) These photos are from after a long day of hiking (10 miles) - we spent the rest of the evening relaxing over a drink at the tent...
FYI wine in a can is perfect for camping / outdoors.
As I was falling asleep on our last night in Sebastopol, I relived the marvellous scenes of the day,
weaving seamlessly through my mind like a reel.
And as if things couldn't get more magical, in the morning I would find the finishing touch to our adventure!
Guess who we saw, just outside our tent, snacking on apples!?