our annual (okay, second year in a row) pilgrimage to the French River -- to a little cabin by the river -- the children immersed themselves immediately in the wildness....computers, television, video-games all forgotten in an instant in favour of fishing poles and river-puddles.
and yes, Savannah is embarking on a dread-journey. after much discussion and research, we are in the process of dreading her hair. she's the coolest kid, ever.
amazing how a fishing pole in the river can ease the tensions of the busy-world. in the time it takes to bait the hook, the worries melt away.
for me, it was sunrises down by the river....pen-on-page meditations and reconnecting with dreams...
and there were walks in the woods....
and, of course....the fish...
lots of fish...
and sky....gorgeous, endless horizons...
yep.
it was good.
