Sometimes change sneaks up on you – one small adjustment here and another there and eventually, after months or years have passed you realize you are somewhere quite different than anticipated. A farmer, for example, winds up on a sailboat in the Caribbean.
Sometimes change comes out of the blue – you are hiking alone along the base of a cliff and wham, you meet someone who says, “How’s your day going?” and you stop long enough to exchange a few words that take you to the top of a cliff you did not believe you could climb.
Raven’s Castle at Skaha Bluffs near Penticton, BC.
And then you return home and realize your farm is not your farm any more, you are no longer writing much fiction and have, instead, switched to non-fiction and a screenplay – horizons are broadened and change piles up on change and the thought of trying to update the blog in any kind of coherent way becomes more and more daunting as each day brings some new cosmic shift.
One day you are bouldering at the gym, honing skills that might come in handy for a planned trip to Yosemite in the fall…
… and the next day you’ve double dislocated your elbow and torn every ligament and tendon connecting the upper part of your arm to the lower and you find yourself wondering, “What am I doing?” What does this blog become then? A chronicle of travel? Of change? Of recovery? Am I losing the plot? Or is the plot just getting interesting? 
You return to yoga and find yourself a one-winged bird, half free, half grounded, unsure what on earth tomorrow might bring.
Yes, I am scratching my head with my good hand considering my blog options, life options, travel options, future options. If you used to come visit regularly – I’ve missed being here. Do I have any idea what sort of identity this blog will have going forward? Afraid not. What I can say is that change is rarely easy and outcomes of life choices are certainly not predictable. Maybe the best I can do is just pick up the story and move forward, filling in essential details as necessary. It would be great if you come along for the ride…
darkcreekfarmdotcom 
the plot only gets better from here I’m sure
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So glad to see you again. We have been wishing you all the best, assuming your journey might someday bring you back to us.
As to what’s next for the blog, you don’t have to decide that all at once. In fact that decision will take care of itself, one word at a time.
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Hi Melanie!! So good to see you again! I’m really looking forward to reconnecting with my blogging friends again. Hope you and Jim are doing well!
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Very well, thanks.
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I am doing well. And, I am glad to see you here again. I am eager to hear the ‘essential details’ as they are revealed.
ps: How’s dad?
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I too am glad to see you in my in my inbox again. Wasn’t it John Lennon who said “life is what happens when you’re making other plans”? Thanks for letting us know what you’ve been up to – I knew something was up back in the New Year, when I found out that a local farm had recently acquired a Large Black sow called “Olivia”. Maybe it’s our age and stage, but I too am finding myself in a place of change and shifting sands. As you say, not always easy
Ouch! That elbow looks absolutely awful – one winged, indeed. I’m impressed at the bouldering, and envious of the sailing and I too hope Dad is well.
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I have been following you for some time. Good to see your post. Ironic I should see it today as we just lost our farm and are seriously entertaining the thought of selling everything and driving across country to document small farms for the blog. Life can change in an instant! Good luck to you and may you make the most amazing memories. I’ll be here (or somewhere) reading about them!
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Oh wow – isn’t it bizarre how the universe seems to have other plans for us? I can’t wait to read about your further travels. Stay in touch and when you find yourself on Vancouver Island, please let me know so we can get together for coffee and a long chat!
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