This past week was spent at Johnson's Landing Retreat Centre, helping the owners Richard and Angele prepare for the winter season. I focused mainly on the gardens, though also helped with food prep, bringing in firewood and putting in a new water line. They had less help than usual in the summer due to the landslide that occurred in July. Despite piles of to-do lists, their spirits were strong and their hearts were in the right places.
I had the pleasure of eating beautiful food, staying in warm and inviting accommodation, and connecting with like-minded people. I watched inspiring films, did some tarot, learned about hand-writing analysis, and made dream catchers. I certainly received much more than I could ever have imagined. Their retreat centre is like a playground filled with spiritual goodies and they are ready and eager to share.
I will post photos when I am able, though for now I will say that I am so glad to have experienced Johnson's Landing. I feel blessed.
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
|"On the Road Again!"|
Since my last post I have taken a hiatus from camping, after the wind storm experience, and have been staying with women I met at the Wise Womens’ Festival. On a bit of a whim I decided to head into the Rocky Mountain region for a few days, where one of the women lived, and what beautiful sights!
|Hemlock Grove Forest View|
|On the way to Kaslo|
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I have decided to focus on gratitude.
|Cedar Lake in Golden, BC|
|On the Way to the Rockies|
I am grateful for the hospitality and graciousness of all the people who have invited me into their homes and for those who have gifted me various things over the last couple weeks.
I am grateful for all the insightful and supportive conversations with loved ones from near and far.
I am grateful for all that I have been exposed to since arriving in BC, learning about sustainable living, caring for homes and animals, working in organic gardens, and meeting amazing like-minded people.
I am grateful to be living in beautiful surroundings.
I am grateful to be following my heart.
|Somewhere in Sicamous|
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
|At the Sinixt First Nations Barter Fair- Slocan Valley|
I had heard about a woman with a secluded private property with a few cabins, camping, and hot springs, about twenty minutes out of town, and I felt intrigued. I decided I would see about staying there for a night to bask in the seclusion and the hot springs. The entrance way was steep, and it looked as though there were a few private cabins tucked away. There was no main reception area making it difficult to find the owner, and when I did find her she greeted me with a gruff tone and seemed confrontational. She wondered why I had come to her land. I was so excited by the hot springs and quiet space that I disregarded her tone.
She proceeded to tell me that the only tenting spot I could access, without having a 4X4 vehicle, was a wide open piece of rugged flat land, covered in debris from the fallen mountain side, overlooking the Kootenay lake. It was a beautiful spot though very exposed. I prepared my tent and cooked up some food while the owner filled one of her tubs down the hill with fresh hot mountain spring water straight from the Great Mother. I began to notice a sharp shift in the weather, the wind started to get brisk, and so I fastened my tent with a bunch of big boulders I found around the area.
I basked in the hot spring for about two hours. At times it was so hot, I saw stars. It was one of the most cleansing experiences. I felt at one with nature as I lay flat out on the wooden deck surrounding the tub and looked up at the sky. The day became night as I played in and out of the hot tub, and the wind had softened.
When I felt complete I headed back up the hill to my camping area with flashlight in hand, and I noticed the wind began swirling again. I was blissed out from the hot springs and when I reached my tent I nestled into it and began to read my book. Suddenly, I found myself nearly turned on my side by a massive gust of wind. I was shaken to my core. It was tornado-like. I felt like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz being swept away by the wind!
I won't go into all the details, though at that moment I knew I had to make a choice. I managed to get my tent into my car and then proceeded to the cabin where the owner said she would be, and she was nowhere to be found! As I stood there in the dark, with the owners' dogs barking, and the wind howling, not knowing what to do at this point, I decided to leave. I drove back to into the nearest town and found a safe shelter for the evening.
The next morning I discovered the damage. My tent had a bunch of tears in it, and my towel was missing; it had been swept up by the wind. I was a bit in shock at the power of Nature. I suppose on some level, I saw the warning signs and I chose to overlook them. I realize that now, and this morning, with the guidance of my Tarot cards, I made a new plan.
|I love this early morning photo at the Sinixt Barter Fair|