Another trip to the Coast is over. It seems to me my life, right now, is split between visits to the Coast and time spent here, in the Cariboo.
It is becoming more difficult to leave the Coast. I have discovered a very important facet to myself...that is, I love my family far more than I ever imagined...and that was a big imagining.
When we leave, a bigger piece of my heart remains. It will not be possible to continue leaving too much longer.
With this in mind, Graham and I talked, on the long trip, about where we want to retire. We both agree it will be on the Island, with no other reason than family ties.
But the last sentence is not really true. The Island draws me, as I knew it would...it is where I grew up, after all. The ties and roots are very strong. And Ocean, when she calls, I cannot resist, nor do I want to.
And so, much of my time, at the moment, has been spent researching various different towns and villages on the Island. So many areas from which to choose!
There is great anticipation on my part. This time, when I move, it will be different from all other moves in my life. Most, if not all, were done without too much thought, because circumstances did not allow time for much research...and many times, there was no choice.
And because it will be a few years before we actually re-locate, back to the family and the Island, life here in the Cariboo has relaxed, for me. I intend to enjoy my time here, by the grace of Creator. I now realize I am here to understand more parts of myself...parts I may have missed had I been too close to family and friends.
As the Hermit card in my Tarot deck explains, my need to go inner, to understand where I am and who I am, was displaced by too many outer disruptions. I am here to accept the wisdom of patience...and to accept my passage into the ageing process.
One has only to look at the long Winters here, in the Cariboo, to understand that patience is a strong part of the characters who live here. There is no use at all in railing against Mother Nature. I have a feeling I have a few more Winters to experience!
But in due course, if one is willing to wait, rewards or opportunities appear. In Creator's own time...and I believe I have accepted my sojourn here, giving me joy in the adventure in which I find myself.
So many places from which to choose...I wonder where it will be? Will it be Duncan, Courtenay, Comox or Campbell River? I visualize my future home; I will know it when I find it. There is no doubt.
In the meantime, Spring is slowly, gently and very softly showing her face, here in the land of extremes. Brown twigs and branches are suddenly showing their early glow; buds are, oh, so minutely, unfurling into their tender green.
And the weather is turning much warmer...even Rain is finally overtaking interminable Snow showers, giving me the soft, watery atmosphere I crave.
Anticipation is the order of the day, whether it be future homes or the flowering of the Crocus.
In these uncertain times, with no sure thing on the horizon, I am undeniably grateful for where I am on the present roadway.
Future dreams and an acceptance to just be...can there be any better way?
Note: Photos gracing this post were taken by my granddaughter Brianna, on her trip to Europe. I post them here with many thanks to my lovely, talented fourteen year old Bree!