fouled

​Standing on Gonzales Hill, one can see almost the entire city: the buildings struggling among the trees.  Look the other way, and spy the saltwater squeezed between our little island and the Olympic Mountains that look like storm clouds silent on the horizon.

The sheltered waters and pleasant beach of Foul (now Gonzales) Bay seem the ideal resting place.  Yet, beneath the calm water is a danger that gave the bay the name Foul.  The gentle cove an inviting shelter for sailing ships proved riddled with kelp, driftwood, and other underwater hazards.  The vessel quickly fouled - became overwhelmed and encrusted with the goodness from the sea - so they could not sail. Foul Bay.

Last year, with the help of so many beautiful people, I published two books!  One paperback Homegrown Linen and the other an e-book Clean with Cleaners you can Eat.  Thank you, everyone.  

It was wonderful discovering that I had something worthy of sharing with the world.  I especially love hearing the stories of people going out and trying new things.  

As good as this all was, something else happened.  It was too much goodness.  I was overwhelmed.  I was fouled (and not in the chicken kind of way).  I lost momentum; my rudder stuck in the kelp forest.  
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