If you were to ask me if I camp, I would issue my standard reply – “I enjoy nature, but for me it is a day trip.” I need the modern conveniences in life – a cozy bed, a warm shower, morning coffee, electricity, and some semblance of protection from the wild things. And yet, I love nature itself – the wonder and majesty of it fills me with a sense of peace. This cottage and the way it interfaces with nature allows me to enjoy nature on terms I can live with.
Of course the real point of this year’s family vacation isn’t to be at one with nature, but instead to build and nurture relationships between Noah’s two children who live in Canada and the other members of Noah’s family. I get here at least annually, but since the kids do not travel regularly to the States yet, the rest of the family has missed the opportunity to watch Noah Jr. grow up and have just met Cortney for the first time at age four.
I find it magically poetic that in this place where life flourishes within a complex web of interdependency and connectivity, we are likewise building a place for our family roots in the hearts and minds of Noah Jr. and Cortney. In human relationships, as in nature, growth finds its own way in its own time. And so it is here – we are finding our way in this time and place with this group of crazy people we call family – and the roots, well, they are growing.
Day one thousand four hundred and sixty-four of the new forty – obla di obla da