Winters in Nova Scotia are usually mild and fresh; as quickly as the snow falls it melts. But this year has been consistently the coldest winter I remember since I moved here in 1994. It’s turned me into a hermit, preferring the coziness of my sunny home, bundled up in slippers and sweaters, over layering on long john’s and toques. Finally I had enough of popping Vitamin D3s in lieu of the real thing and ventured out to visit my friend, Ocean.
I forget the cold, looking outward as the low February sun paints the horizon in rainbow hues. Even the way dormant grasses are embraced by winter is beautiful.
Stefan’s view is even more spectacular than mine, as the frozen ocean dances with colour all around him.
It’s surreal to think that in 11 weeks we will be saying farewell to our magical home and wonderful friends on the eastern shore. Moments like this evening help me to strengthen my roots here and remind me that the grass is not always greener on the other side. That a life well lived is not about the destination, it’s about finding pleasure in the ride.
“As you journey through life, choose your destinations well, but do not hurry there. You will arrive soon enough. Wander the back roads and forgotten paths, keeping your destination in your heart like the fixed point of a compass. Seek out new voices, strange sights, and ideas foreign to your own. Such things are riches for the soul. And, if upon arrival, you find that your destination is not exactly as you had dreamed, do not be disappointed. Think of all you would have missed but for the journey there, and know that the true worth of your travels lies not in where you come to be at the journey’s end, but who you came to be along the way.” ~ Unknown