We drove through rolling hills shimmering in autumn glory.

We took the first route Google Maps offered up — a backroad, circuitous journey that crossed over the freeway a few times, but never joined in.

It was delightful.

From Barry’s Bay to Ottawa Airport we were surrounded by Eastern Canada’s autumn showcase of reds and golds, russets and greens. We had lots of time to meander along curving roads, through luscious valleys dotted with lakes glistening in the late afternoon sun. To ooh and aah at hillsides covered in autumn leaves.

C.C. had one last little travel itinerary hiccup when he realized our flight didn’t leave at 6 as he thought but at 7. An hour’s delay because of dense fog in the Ottawa area, we arrived home close to midnight.

It was a journey filled with laughter and time spent in the best of places, with family and good friends celebrating what makes our life so rich — Love.

The only thing missing is Mr. Beaumont who spent the night at our dear friends who were his guardians while we were gone. C.C. will pick him up this morning while I go off to my office — and life will pick up its normal ebb and flow here at the edge of the Rockies in our beautiful home along the Bow.

We are so blessed.

This morning, I listened to one of my favourite centering meditations from my sister of the heart, Kerry Parsons. I share it with you so you too can revel in the loving awareness of how blessed life is.  namaste.