In mid-August, we visited J’s parents’ farm in Ontario. A long-awaited visit, the warmth, humidity, lush green pastures and utter tranquility was a welcome break from the relentless rain, tourist hubbub and parched mountain air.
Arriving felt like exactly that—truly arriving, as if all of me collectively dropped any weight, holding or worry from weeks and months before. My breaths were full and my mind was clear; it felt easy to stay connected to myself and to honour the present moment. It is in places like these I remember what is often easy to lose sight of in the day-to-day—how best to reconnect with myself, how best to honour each moment, and how best to accept all as it is.