True Patriot Love
I spent the last week cottaging. That is not a statement I ever thought I would make. It’s funny how in Ontario our vacation property is a cottage, on the Canadian prairies we stay in a cabin, and in the mountains of BC we vacation in a chalet….but I digress.
How was my week in Ontario’s cottage country? Awe-some, in the true sense of the word. I struggle to recall when I have ever felt more Canadian. The landscape differs from that of British Columbia’s rugged coastline (where I reside), but yet I felt as though a part of me had “come home”. In many ways, this part of Ontario is the Canada of the books I have read, and the movies I have watched. There was a time when I would have thought sitting on an Adirondack chair (Canadian red, of course) on a dock, taking in the magic of the sun, the vista of glistening water and majestic trees, and listening to the sound of the loons would have seemed cliché and a little cheesy. Now I feel as though I am part of the inner-circle that gets “it”. Canada is not without its problems, and my fierce social justice part is not apt to forget that. But I am full of gratitude that the end to summer 2018 gifted me with widening my lens to the diverse beauty of this country I call home and fostering connections with people who feel like family.
My heart is full ❤.