Our "adventure buddies" will soon be moving half way across the province..... on the wrong side of Toronto. We will doubly miss them. Not only are they our adventure buddies, they are our camping buddies too. At yesterday's supper, we celebrated Ruth's birthday.
When we found out they were going to move, Ted's brain kicked into high gear. He wanted to give Ruth a gift that she would always remember...... in a box she would always remember, one with handles to pull it apart because she has a sore shoulder. Of course, he did.
You need to be wary when Ted gives gifts. He has a record of giving wooden Toblerone bars. Ruth was duly prepared.
O P E N.......
Love comes in many shapes.
Everyone else participated. Tiny new potatoes were tasted for doneness.
A nameless cow's marinated flesh was barbecued and we enjoyed each other's presence around the dinner table. All of us are approaching or have turned 70. Things change around that age, we've noticed. Our various health issues have focused us on the value of good friends and the brevity of life.
We're going to miss Ruth & Dave.
And, they will miss us. What do you think?
May John O'Donohue's words go with them in their new adventures:
Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.
New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing
Changed since your last visit.
When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:
How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening in conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known
You needed
To illuminate
Your way.
When you travel,
A new silence
Goes with you,
And if you listen,
You will hear
What your heart would
Love to say.
A journey can become a sacred thing:
Make sure, before you go,
To take the time
To bless your going forth,
To free your heart of ballast
So that the compass of your soul
Might direct you toward
The territories of spirit
Where you will discover
More of your hidden life,
And the urgencies
That deserve to claim you.
May you travel in an awakened way,
Gathered wisely into your inner ground;
That you may not waste the invitations
Which wait along the way to transform you.
May you travel safely, arrive refreshed,
And live your time away to its fullest;
Return home more enriched, and free
To balance the gift of days which call you.
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