Home I'll Be
May. 4th, 2003 10:16 amA new friend,
mylastsigh, is contemplating rocks this morning. This called to mind two photos I took on the end of the dock at my cottage last Labour Day weekend.


missprune, I hope you're reading this. The bottom picture depicts the daily Birth of a lake, like in my poem. Morning mist rises in late summer when the lake is warm but the dawn air is chilly. The rising sun evaporates surface water, but it immediately condenses into mist. Those are the "angelic beings."
(I shouldn't dissect the magic, should I? Oh well, it's done.)
The water is smooth and fragrant as nectar. The bottom is mostly sandy, but cluttered with these rough granite stones. My daughters like to dive and collect them, gathering the pretty ones into piles, throwing the plainer ones into the middle of the bay.
Writing about it I am suddenly sick with longing for my piece of paradise, my home.
I see the blue lakes, feel the passion,
I have reasons to believe,
There are places that will bring you to your knees.
~Rita MacNeil
("Home I'll Be" is one of the songs from my choir's recent concert. You can read the rest of the lyrics and hear a sound clip here. Don't go if you're allergic to sentiment.)
Now I have to add this to my list of songs that make me cry.
(I shouldn't dissect the magic, should I? Oh well, it's done.)
The water is smooth and fragrant as nectar. The bottom is mostly sandy, but cluttered with these rough granite stones. My daughters like to dive and collect them, gathering the pretty ones into piles, throwing the plainer ones into the middle of the bay.
Writing about it I am suddenly sick with longing for my piece of paradise, my home.
I see the blue lakes, feel the passion,
I have reasons to believe,
There are places that will bring you to your knees.
~Rita MacNeil
("Home I'll Be" is one of the songs from my choir's recent concert. You can read the rest of the lyrics and hear a sound clip here. Don't go if you're allergic to sentiment.)
Now I have to add this to my list of songs that make me cry.
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Date: 2003-05-05 03:08 pm (UTC)"Both happy and lonely" pretty well expresses my cottage experiences, but I'm more peaceful there than anywhere elese.
Cheers.
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Date: 2003-05-05 03:20 pm (UTC)Gee, hope I'm both. Cute pic, guy! My family had a cottage until my parents sold it so they could get a place down in Florida. It left a lasting impression on everyone. My brother-in-law just told me that, in order to calm himself during his recent MRI, he visualized the boat ride from the cottage to the marina. Although it's been more than 10 years since we've had the place, he still remembers every part of the twisting route as well as the specific sensual features of the journey.
I often go back there in my reveries. It was about an hour north of Lakefield on Jack Lake. Where's your place?
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Date: 2003-05-05 08:37 pm (UTC)Your comment about visualizing the boat ride startled me, it's so similar to something that I do. When I'm meditating, I like to imagine I'm sitting on the dock. That image, along with "specific sensual features" helps me relax and put aside anxiety. I wrote about this practice recently in my monthly nature column:
Nature's heart of lovingkindness
Is Lakefield near Bobcaygeon? My daughters live in Lindsay, and their other grandparents have a cottage on Sturgeon Lake.
Our cottage is on Fletcher Lake, 20 minutes northeast of Dorset. It's within a few kilometres of Algonquin Park.
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Date: 2003-05-06 08:56 am (UTC)Lakefield and Bobcaygeon aren't so far apart. The closest town to Jack Lake is Apsley, up highway 28.
The area near Algonquin is lovely; how lucky for you. I have to book an interior site on Canisbay Lake in Algonquin for August. We had a magical five days there last year. It's a motor-boat free lake.
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