Well, Bowen, you did it again. You stole my heart. My wallet was turned in with everything in it: $400 cash, Visa card, my kid’s paycheque and driver’s licence.
And Janis Treleaven and Basia Lieske were at the ready to go hunting for it, too. And I have no doubt that if it hadn’t turned up somebody somewhere somehow would’ve helped me sort that out.
Lots of you know that these last few years have been highly transitional and with lots and lots and lots of hard lows and beautiful highs. This year, things are just finding their place. My head is above water and I am inching (and flying) this life of mine forward, so when my wallet goes missing with some of my rent in it, I can go from zero to totally despairing in seconds, and all those old voices of doubt start yelling at me in my head.
So there I was convincing myself that I’d been an idiot and how I am just so careless, how I should know better, what’s wrong with me, and how am I going to get myself out of this one. Lo and behold, within minutes of posting how I’d lost my wallet on Facebook, it turns out it was turned in to the Visitor Centre. Then the amazing Jody Lorenz drives down, hugs me, tells me what a good job I’m doing with my boys, my life, all of it –– and I am willing to drop the dumb voices and believe her. And all is back to normal.
Only –– it’s not.
It’s better than normal.
Normal is thinking someone stole my cash and tossed my wallet into the trash.
Normal is wondering if maybe while I was napping in the sun someone just stole it.
Normal is assuming I’m screwed and I’m going to have to scramble.
Normal is not what we have here on Bowen.
We’ve got something special, something extra, just like this sweet little seven-toed kitty who lives by the ferry. We’re kinda different. Kinda magical. Kinda cool.
I think this little purry friend is a reminder to me to keep holding on to the fairy (ferry?) dust we have here. Stay different and remember we’ve got each other.
Thanks, Bowen Island. It’s been a hell of a few years and you’ve always been there with me.
I got you.
You got me.
And Ron Woodall, damn if I didn’t want to just hang off the window of your truck today and catch up but, yep, you got it: I was not in my aura of ‘all good’ then, but I am now.
Luvs ya Bowen.
Tina Overbury
