Transitions

Recently I read a book, sent from a dear friend, entitled, ‘When Breath Becomes Air,” by Paul Kalanithi. The lake, you know, is the perfect place to read a book. It’s also the perfect season for reading and lounging. With winter fading away and spring not yet here, there is no pressure to do or…

I am a Part of All that I Have Met

This past weekend, the lodge was fully booked. In fact, this winter we have been fortunate to have met many new friends. We have had a barrage of snow lovers, peace seekers and families who come to hunker down and reconnect. As we near the end of one full year as lodge owners, we cannot…

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…

What do the Holidays Mean to You?

Welcome to December, a month that often brings with it more snow, more errands to run, more spending and by default, more stress. This year, why not commit to checking in with yourself? To doing more of what fills your heart with joy; to rushing less and connecting more. C. Jones said, “The joy of…

Be Wise

“Autumn asks that we prepare for the future —that we be wise in the ways of garnering and keeping. But it also asks that we learn to let go—to acknowledge the beauty of sparseness.” Bonaro W. Overstreet Whether you are at the lake or in the city, autumn is asking. Can you see my blue skies,…

Never-ending 

On the heels of the last full moon, we look to the final days of August. C. Joybell C. said, “Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don’t really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. in fact,…

Sweet, Sweet Summer

“Hello,” she whispered over my shoulder and I turned my head slightly. “Long time no see,” I replied with sullen entitlement. “I know you’ve been waiting for me and I’m sorry. But I’m here now.” She was right. I had been waiting. I turned around to meet her as joy filled up each one of…

Innocence and Flags 

With toes hung over the edge, I raise my arms above my head and close my eyes. I count one, two, three and then…I freeze. I release my arms into their resting place. I take a look around. Far out on my left are a couple of loons, peacefully fishing for lunch. To my right…

Setting Ourselves Free

This past weekend with a tin boat and a sense of adventure we traversed down a path to Malloy Lake. It was mid evening as the sun was going down and all that could be heard was the sloshing of feet and the singing of birds. There is something about June that beckons a voyage into…