Island

I love an island!

It's hard to describe the good feelings I feel whenever I get a chance to experience an island. I've never met an island that didn't touch that special island nerve somewhere in my soul. I've never lived on an island (yet!) but have visited Cape Breton, PEI, Vancouver Island, Tahiti and its little partner Moorea, St. Vincent in the Caribbean. Quite a variety, you'll agree. And yet each with the same emotional tug.

My most favourite island--where I've spent the most time, or at least have visited more frequently--is the Manitoulin. I've been there in all seasons and there's not a one I don't love. I could go on at length about things I cherish there.

Island time feels quite a lot to me like what I've read some writers say about sabbath time. The pace of life slows down. Pressures of work ease off. It really seems possible to catch your breath, maybe think more important thoughts, consider what matters most, set aside imposed assumptions and expectations.

Some other people I know will be finding their sabbath this weekend in a canoe! What a terrific way to spend this first autumn weekend.

I'm off to Manitoulin in the morning! I haven't even mentioned the people yet. I look forward to catching up with Madeleine and Marilyn, Red and Marie, checking in with Weston and Gail; I'll probably not see the rest of the Providence Bay folk this trip as I'll be focusing on Little Current. But I know you're all there, part of that special island place in my heart.

Watch this spot for more island tales. Have a good Sabbath everyone.