Summer is a time for making memories big, small and just the right size. I challenged myself to burrow through my stockroom of images and emotions and come out with three faves. Trust me, the cobwebs were thick.
One – Cottages in Ontario
I grew up in Toronto, a flat city of cement and concrete that would heat up to over a hundred degrees in the summer, frizzing my hair and my brains. Some of my best memories are of going to cottages north of the city and playing in the cold clear lakes. My favorite was my nephew’s cottage on Go Home Lake in the Muskoka area. Pure paradise. We canoed, and swam and laughed. We laughed a lot. Great times. There is a special feeling of connection when you spend time with with people you love surrounded by nature.
Two – Campfires in northern B.C.
We were living on the Haida Gwaii, a rugged pristine wilderness area often referred to as the Northern Galapogos. Hard to imagine wanting to leave it’s shores, but in the summer we’d take the kids camping on the way to visit their grandmother stopping in Prince Rupert and Terrace and ending up in Smithers.
My favorite part of camping is sitting around the fire. It invites a primal sharing that stirs the marrow in my bones.
My favorite memory is of one full-moon night at Tyhee Provincial Park. The kids were fast asleep in our little tent, exhausted from a day of swimming in the lake. PJ and I sat by a crackling fire. Our bellies were full of hot dogs and s’mores. The old coffee pot blackened from the flames stayed warm on top of the fire. The air smelled of the forest.
I read Robert Ludlum’s, Bourne Identity out loud. The only thing better than reading a good story is sharing one. We relaxed into the moon-lit night with the fire and the story… and as if that wasn’t quite enough, a Gray owl joined us, perching on a branch of a tree at the edge of our clearing only six feet from where we sat. My heart stopped.
And yes, it started again, but I swear it was never the same.
Three – Weddings
I shed bittersweet tears of joy watching my daughters marry the men they love.
How about you? Want to share a favorite memory?