We have been here at the westerly edge of Canada for four days now. Four days of walking beaches, exploring tidal pools and rain forests and sipping wine on sundrenched decks at the edge of the water and sharing stories and delectable offerings of Tofino’s restaurants. Four days of letting the world fall away as we fall into the spirit and essence of being at one with the world around us, peaceful in our environment, joyful in eachother’s company.
It takes time to let go of the busy, I have concluded. Time to drop feeling the need to check emails, respond to texts, worry about what is going on, back there, in the not so real world of having to get things done to keep the world going.
The world goes on without my direction. It moves without my effort. It continues without my input. All the world needs from me is to be present, be conscious, be here, where ever I am, as I am and delight in its beauty all around me.
Yesterday, C.C., my eldest daughter, Alexis, who joined us for the weekend, and Beaumont hiked down to Schooner Cove. We walked the boardwalk through the rain forest, traipsed up and down multiple moss trimmed staircases that spanned tree fallen gullies and a burbling stream running its course to the sea beyond the trees.
When we reached our destination, the woods fell back where the sand reached out to kiss the sun-speckled waters lapping at the shore. Gentle waves ebbed in and out, rolling ashore in one long curving crest of white frothed water.
Beaumont ran and chased the waves, following C.C. where ever he voyaged along rocky outcrops lining the shore.
Alexis and I wandered aimlessly behind, me carrying my shoes, my bare feet lapping up the cool clear waters, my toes digging gleefully into the sand. Alexis snapped photos, racing ahead to entice Beaumont into posing for the perfect photo of bliss on the beach.
Ahhh yes. This is bliss. This is heaven.
Later, we dropped Alexis at the Greyhound Bus Depot for her return to Vancouver before returning to our cabin on the beach, our home away from home at Crystal Cove, a delightfully laid back resort on MacKenzie Beach. After a delicious late afternoon nap, we packed up our picnic basket and headed to the beach for early evening wine and appetizers. Beaumont fell in love with pistachio nuts which C.C. thoughfully shelled for him while the crows jockeyed for position with a Bluejay, begging for their quota too.
And the sun set behind a tree covered outcropping of rock and the cool evening breeze caressed our skin and bliss embraced us all over again.
Ahhh. This is life in all its rich, vibrant, delicious hues. This is Love.