On this island it is just me, the kitten, and my hands kneading away at dough.  With new friends traveling to and fro and all familiar faces an ocean away I find stability in the mossy green - snow covered mountains always on the horizon - the redwoods that make you feel so small and young - and the hints of springtime showing up in sprouting buds.
There have been many ferry rides back and forth for the last two weeks, but now I have returned and intend to thoroughly nest and discover in my last 3 months here.  After a bit of time away, when window gazing from the ferry back to Vancouver Island -it really hit me- I am living in British Columbia, and it is one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen.