Grateful

If you’re not careful, you could get buried in snow. Trapped indoors. Tricked into seeing lack rather than abundance. You could quite easily lose your way. Lose your will, lose your appreciation for the seasons. This past weekend we were lost. Lost in gratitude. Lost in appreciation. Lost in the magic of the Whiteshell. We…

Our Declaration for 2017

Today the lake is contemplative, sun dancing on the snow, one sparkly step at a time. The wind calm and the birch trees bare, like 2017. It’s always quiet here though, a place of serenity, a spot to retreat to, a destination for tranquility. It is the place, as Keats said in ‘On the Grasshopper…