This is a land of trees. Trees that march across valley bottoms, up rolling hills to merge, somewhere far off in the distance, with the horizon falling down towards earth.
“It’s easy to see how someone could get lost in the woods here,” I mention to my beloved as we drive east, across the TransCanada Highway that has only been a link from east to west and west to east since 1965.
The trees sprawl out in every direction stopping only at the shores of the mighty Lake Superior whose northern edge we traverse in our eastward drive.
Thirty-four hours and over 3500 kilometers later, we reach Georgian Bay glittering like a pale sapphire under the hot July sun. We spend two delightful days visiting with C.C.’s oldest brother and his wife and then move further east, through Algonquin Park to Barry’s Bay.
We are here now at the shore of Kamaniskeg Lake where we will visit with our dear friends U and A for the next week before flying home.
And I feel it all.
Permeating my skin.
Sinking deep into my bones.
Infusing my senses with its beauty.
The quiet of the lake.
The birds twittering in the trees.
Soft. Sensuous. Sibilance.
There is no breeze caressing the leaves, stirring them into story-telling.
No tell-tale gusts of wind rippling the water’s surface.
There is only green. Miles and miles of green caressing the deep blue waters of the lake which the trees surround like lovers merging their bodies into one as they lay entwined on a bed of leaves beneath a hot summer sun.
And in the presence of the silence, in the depth of this stillness and the narrowing of the distance between my body and nature, I find myself breathing. Deep.
I am here. Present. Embodied in the stillness of it all.
Photosynthesis by Louise Gallagher The quiet enduring embrace of nature fills my spirit calming my city-riddled nerves easing my busy-minded thoughts into the silence immersing me like the trees conspiring with the sun to transform carbon dioxide into life giving birth to life again and again. In the presence of trees silently standing sentinel to nature’s ways I find myself falling with grace sliding softly into nature’s quiet enduring embrace again and again.