This Canada day weekend was one of a kind.
The man and I drove up to North Bay to where his family cottage stood. It was in the wilderness and overlooked Lake Talon. Such beauty was seen this past weekend. I’m not sure where to begin but all I can say was that visiting their cottage for the first time was a sacred moment for me. Their cottage was one that has been in their family for three generations; the dad had built it with his brother and has been in use ever since. And such a quaint little cottage it is, full of love, thoughtfulness and history.
It was very touching to be a part of the family during this weekend. I really began to understand more of their ways of life and small habits that made such a strong and loving family. It was so peaceful because of its silence that was rooted in the woods. I would wake up in the morning and stare at the lake with a hot cup of coffee in hand. Such beauty!
In those moments of silence, I felt so privileged to be a part of such an experience; I felt like I was able to absorb some peace into my heart and work at holding it there. And each breath I took was nourishing for the soul as I work at processing my diagnosis. A lot has been on my mind lately and this weekend was a perfect dose of medicine to help me continue my journey.
I am so thankful to have been included in such a special time for the Courtney’s. I am grateful, I am happy, I am honoured.