Life is blessed is many ways. Recently I have been taking every opportunity to appreciate the simple daily joys and blessings. For me it is that first sip of coffee in the morning. For you it might be tea or another beverage – but there is something about the reawakening that happens in that morning ritual. And I take a moment every day to be grateful for this simple pleasure.
For the past two years, I have been travelling closer to home – which in my case is the upper left corner of the United States. The Pacific Northwest. Like my daily rituals, I had not appreciated the beauty and history in my own backyard.
A few months back I posted about Astoria – which is the oldest (and wettest) city in Oregon. Founded in 1811 by John Jacob Astor’s American Fur Company – it has a rich and colorful history. I am reading the book, Astoria by Peter Stark which I highly recommend.
I stay in the Uniontown neighborhood, which was the largest Finnish settlement west of the Mississippi. There are cozy coffeeshops, homes nestled into the hillside, and the masive Astoria Megler bridge – which traverses the mouth of the Columbia River.
Nearby is the Fisherman’s Memorial, a wall of names immortalizing the many lives touched by Astoria’s stormy relationship with the meeting of two massive forces – the Pacific Ocean and the Columbia River.
I am so blessed to live in this corner of the world.