Day One

I am welcomed this morning by Heron, a family of Canadian Geese, and Beaver (who did not give permission for his picture to be posted on line, but was quite cordial otherwise).

It's cool and quiet, the early morning rain starting to give way to a somewhat brighter sky and the sunny breakthroughs promised for later this afternoon.  Fire is on, tea kettle is on, sweaters are on, and it all makes me even more grateful for the glorious summer teaser day we were given yesterday to make our way across the water.

Despite the usual physicality of packing and unloading and schlepping any trip up requires, let alone the first of the season, I am awake this morning feeling stronger and better rested than I have in the past six to eight weeks.  I'd say I slept like a baby, but I had a few of those and I know that's not how they sleep, so.  No, I slept like someone breathing in Georgian Bay air for the first time in a long time, laying down deep into the comfort of the cottage bed, profoundly resting in the peace of this place.

I am filled with the anticipation of 'all the things.'  And there is joy and energy in imagining it.  And also a gloriously unrushed sense to it all.  There's time.  There's time for putting on the fire, and drinking tea, and writing family times on the wall calendar, and making project lists, and receiving the welcome of friends.

Last season I counted 103 days.  That factored in our big move, an appendectomy, a trip to Thailand and an extended cottage time into the fall.  There's not enough math room in my brain to make any estimates or predictions for this year, even if I was so inclined.  

Right now, here on day one, I'm more inclined to pay attention to how it unfolds before me, and what the Spirit wants to do to form my soul while I'm here.