When you read this, I’ll be miles away from home, exploring, hiking, fishing, canoeing, mingling with family, sitting around a campfire and enjoying my Canada Day in the only way I know how: by enjoying the great outdoors.
I’ll be going to my most favour place in the world, so close to the Atlantic Ocean I could throw a book from my deck chair and hit the water. I’ll be so close to family I’ll be able to look across the table and see them, walk to the next property and see more, and continue walking for half a kilometre and still see more.
Cousins abound due to Tibert fertility. My grandmother had 17 children; my father being the eleventh. He added eleven more to the clan. We love the old homestead so much, even when we don’t live there, we go there often in spite of the distance.
This place is in the middle of nowhere, where sometimes the only sounds you hear is the ripple of water and the cry of a gull. It’s a place I’ve done a lot of reading and writing, a place where I can organise my thoughts. I’ve find myself here each time I’m lost. It reminds me of who I am and what’s important in life.
It’s a place where I’ve walked miles along the shore, rowed for hours on the harbour, went days without wearing shoes, and beachcombed after storms. It’s where I found my lucky life rock. It’s a place so close to endless ocean beaches one could spend a week searching for rocks and shells, finding crabs and unique driftwood, and exploring until the sun goes down.
This is my sanctuary. I was delivered here shortly after birth, so I didn’t have to find it; I only needed to recognise it for what it was. It is where I connect with Mother Earth, release unwanted tension and feel the energy that surrounds me.
This place doesn’t have everything, and I perfectly fine with that. Our little cottage has no running water, no Internet service and no Tim Horton’s within a two-hour drive. I don’t have a phone, so I won’t even be tempted to go online. I’m leaving my laptop home, opting instead for paper, pen and the new book that arrived last week.
I hope on this Canada, you too find time to spend in your sanctuary, do some writing, some reading, some relaxing and enjoy the outdoors. And if you haven’t found your sanctuary yet, journey on. It’s out there.