Archived writings (2006): Home

If I’ve been away from here too long, my body starts to ache, my mind begins to clutter and every day anxiety builds to a point of explosion. The long and scenic drive that is necessary to bring me back to this freedom is in its very essence - a transformative voyage. From the city streets and the busy, violent traffic leading to a quiet, two-lane granny highway through the rough terrain of the Canadian shield and Kawartha Lakes; through Orillia and Lake Simcoe; reaching Horseshoe valley to Highway 26 - the final stretch all the way to Meaford on the shores of Nottawasaga Bay – an arm of the mighty Georgian. Driving by forests, swamps and lakes, through the new beginnings of spring to the dangerous and unexpected blinding snow and ice of the Canadian winters – I drive my small car through anything to recharge my soul’s batteries. Once my car’s wheels hit the familiar pavement of Highway 26, my memories flood back and I then know ‘it’s all downhill from here’. Driving past the lookout at Craigleith and seeing the bay in all it’s glory always takes my breath away and the familiar tears of remembrance fall slowly down my cheek – every single time.

Life is different here. The normal hustle and bustle of everyday city life has evaporated. Subtle nuances of a slower more patient existence flows naturally from the every day parlances of the locals among themselves. Every breath is a beginning, full of life’s energy and power. The air is different here, not just in the lack of smog and pollution, but with the hint of fresh water air, life and numerous possibilities. Every day is the same, yet different in every moment. I stand outside with my arms outstretched and breathe in the spring air. Its light scent takes me back to a time when I was young – playful and innocent. Breathing deep into my belly fills me with the air of new possibility.

Being here calms every cell in my body. My mind clears, my soul opens and I realize life is truly beautiful. My body vibrates to the energy that seems to radiate from the glorious combination of the majestic Blue Mountain and the dynamic Georgian Bay. I walk down the newly rebuilt boardwalk to the break wall of Meaford’s harbour. This is my place. This is where I find solitude and peace. I climb on the rocks that divide the mighty bay from the inlet of the harbour and I watch life in every moment of breath. The sunlight rippling off the water, the gulls fishing for food, the sailboats gracefully crossing the horizon – every moment is in its grace. Nowhere on Earth have I ever felt this connection – so real and unadulterated. This is what all humans search for - this moment, this peace. I am fortunate to recognize and have such access to this beauty - for this is my home.