Where the Mountains Meet the Ocean

 
      We went on an adventure this weekend to the place where the mountains meet the ocean- on a skinny strip of beach at the edge of Howe sound- where the hummingbirds danced what can only be their mating dance and a robin searched for worms- sea gulls riding up- draughts and the air throbbing with the sounds of Spring. We sat beside a stream and the Littles threw rocks and dug holes while I knitted a few rows in a tiny hat for a friend- each row knitted with love, Spring and sunshine beside a stream at the edge of Howe sound.

     Sometimes we (as a family) forget that what we need to survive is space and air and quiet- I forget that the sound of water is balm for my soul- instantly relaxing us all. We spent the day dreaming what a simpler life- outside the city- could be like- dreaming of our future- laying plans and writing it in the clouds. Coming home we are all a little changed- a little introspective- more energized- each tiny step we take is together down our path.