one of my favourite things about winter in Yellowknife are the abundance of frozen lakes. today on a walk I crossed over Frame Lake and for a moment felt as though I was the only person on the planet. the islands have been trapped in the unmoving water, unwillingly so, yet still invite passerby to scamper onto their banks.
out there, in the warm (for a Yellowknife winter, -26C is practically tropical!) sunlight, with awesome cloud formations surrounding me, I felt light. recently I have had more and more moments where I've been reminded that this move across the continent was right. I've settled into a new peace about living up here and grown deeper in relationship with those around me.
it is as though I am a tree and I have just created a new branch out into the world, and this branch - while growing sturdier over the past six months - has finally solidified it's first layer of bark. this is where I am supposed to be and I am happily contented.
"I'm sorry," the squirrel said to the tree, "you will only ever be a shrub to me, because you were the height of one when I met you. you can't change the past."
they say you were lucky
as you flew across the sky
Long Island to Paris
in one swift ride