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Showing posts with label Sylvia Beach Hotel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sylvia Beach Hotel. Show all posts

October 05, 2009

Sylvia Beach Hotel






Just back from Oregon, Newport, and kickin around Nye Beach..
My Favorite place to go and write and be inspired is the Sylvia Beach Hotel, each of 20 rooms designed to fit a famous author to a T.. with so much charm it oozes inspiration all over the Pacific Coast..

I ran out of charge on my phone, so only got two rooms, here's a preview.. I hope to go back asap to write for a few weeks, Universe willing..

This is Colettes Room, She wrote Gigi, there are rooms for Twain, and Thoreau, and Shakespeare, and so many wonderful authors..Colette is 193.00 a night. I only need 2 weeks..:)

April 14, 2008

A beautiful Life...

I'm back home now after 5 days away at the beach in Oregon (Yachats, and New Port, Florence) and later Portland
(International Hostel).

Portland Photos, hostel and near by Beth Israel..

Ellison House International Hostel in Portland, my room up top (side) left.
D/click on photos to enlarge









Beth Israel


I had a simply wonderful time, couldn't have had better company,(me)..and being adventurous, being myself, (me and adventure are synonymous).
I have loved every moment of my trip, and it just felt, so familiar, (so like myself) to do every single thing I did.

Every stop, every stay, every person I met, every place I stopped to eat, every fire I built, every walk I took, every decision I made, was made from a depth of who I am, a curiosity that I have always been, but at times lost sight of.
It was so completely being me to do this, that I feel refreshed, as if I have been away from this house I live in, for a lifetime.

When you listen to your own music, march to your own drummer, love your own self, when you just let yourself guide you, and forget what every body else thinks; wants, predicts, judges, explains, and you just be, do, what you are,, all of time is redeemed and you know you have never left yourself for a moment. Leaving is a dream. (and one you decided to indulge in, for variety).

Its all ok, life is all ok, beautiful, and glorious..

Yachats Oregon, my place by the sea..







I am my best friend. I vacated this place of everyday life, and spent time alone with mySelf. It was as if I left forever, spending time with me. Hard to explain, the beauty of enjoyment of My Self, but I wasn't alone , or lonely. I was completely filled with appreciation and love for each moment, whether mind was scurrying or at complete peace.

Mostly , I was at joyful peace, and in love with this I Am.

All my friends were there with me in my heart.
How could I be lonely?

THank you for be-ing..

April 11, 2008

Ora gone a gen...adventureneering

‘I celebrate and sing myself’.
(Thanks Walt)

There is no other whose companionship, I more enjoy.
There is no one more fun to be with than when I am with myself. No one funner, funnier, more provocative, more interesting, more beautiful, than I am when I am with myself.
No one more inspiring, more adventurous, more delightful, or delighted. No one whose passion is greater.
No one more endearing, spectacular, or clever. No one more relevant, no one more exciting: creative, responsive, objective..

I love it, Damn, I love it..!!!

Oragonion

I drove, “down around Eugene “ yesterday after leaving home around 5 pm, and making only 2 quick stops.

What I love most about Oregon, is this:
The speed limit signs are designed to be seen. They don’t want you to get a ticket here, It is obvious. The numbers are HUGE. Thanks Oregonians, I always appreciate that about you..

And, I had forgotten, but in Oregon, you can’t pump your own gas..It’s illegal, They have employees that do that.
Ladeda, I love it, Damn I love it!
By 1:30 Am I was in Florence and was greeted by flashing lights.
(and no I wasn’t speeding)…I thought it was quite the response I deserved, since I am my own celebrity.

When I turned from Springfield onto the highway to Florence, I noticed the crescent moon designed to catch the rain . of course, it was a clear night. The closer I got to the beach, the brighter, and oranger the moon shown, and it tipped slightly to let the fog crawl slowly out.

In curves and valleys 800 feet above sea level, the fog hung thick, and I opened my moon-roof to let the it in to touch me.
I held my hand to the moist air, and then touched my face with my cool hands, to feel the night air as I drove.
The stars sparkled in the dark sky.
I listened to Mike Dooley (TUT.com) talk about, What you think about, you Create. And Joel Olsteen say the same thing in another way.

I listened to my favorite music and sang like I was a superstar. I was in charge, I love to be in charge of me…Don’t you love it?

Florence , was a new place for me, and I couldn’t find the beach, so I drove into Yachats, pronounced yahaughts. Yachats was closed up, so I went to the beach, walked around in the pitch black watching the white foam roll in. It was high tide. Then I slept in my car for 2.5 hours.

At 5:30 Am I drove around to see if anyone was open for coffee, or breakfast, or a bathroom.
No luck.
So I drove up the coast one town at a time until it turned daylight. The tide was turning low, the sky, blue, and water bluer, waves lazily rolled in, and fragmented salt worn trees stuck out along the beach. The sun was shining, and I was tired, but elated that I was in this beautiful place, with my favorite person alive. ME!

I understand why I’ve broken so many hearts now, I mean, where would ”I “be without me? bored silly…
And quite often when I do my self denial thing, that is exactly how I feel. Al I need to pep me up is a trip alone with my beloved. Umm, how sweet it is..

I found a breakfast place after exploring Nye Beach, and The Sylvia Beach Hotel. I had more fun there in their bathroom than I had the whole time I was married. (roll eyes… lol)

I guess you had to be there. It must be the most famous Tropic of Cancer bathroom in the whole world. They had quotes by my favorite author, Melville, and much more, even a book to sign!
I am in love with The Sylvia Beach Hotel. I’ll stay there Sunday and maybe Monday nights. Breakfast was bumpy, two men ran the place, I think they need a woman there real bad.

I visited with a woman who owned a place in the beach, but the price was way high for me..So I called Yachats, and my favorite cottage there and was offered a great deal I couldn’t refuse. I have an A frame with a great view by the beach for 80.00 a night. I had wanted to stay at The Sylvia but the writers conference had it all reserved.
So, here I am with my own wood burning stove, and 4 ravens out side mating , and fighting, and generally entertaining me.

The tide is high again, or coming back in, I think, it looks full, so at the next low tide, I have to go collect agates.

The air is brisk, the sun is warm, and I am on a porch swing inside, and a shame at that, because it is a perfect perfect day. I shopped and got some eggs, bacon, yogurt, muscato, bread, coffee, tea, and I still have me… I am my sunshine…
I am wrapping up and going out on the porch for fresh air and sunshine. It is just 1:22 pm It has been a long beautiful two days. My last nap has worn off and it’s cat nap time again.


oh and I saw An Elk last night as big as a Moose..at the Elk crossing, of course.
Over and out all…
Photos will be aded later..