20-years-ago today it was constant rain and bitter cold as I moved along the Trans-Canada Highway, finishing my day in Glovertown, Newfoundland. It’s been a soggy week. My soaking wet wind suit has been flapping tight against my body like a flag snapping in a stiff wind. The rain is always there and eventually it just becomes a state of mind. Once your wet – your wet, so I just keep going. Inside the motor home that we have nicknamed “the Mother Ship” there’s a spider web of strings holding lots of wet socks and other clothing we are trying to dry. It’s a losing battle. Under a slate grey sky, snow covers the bleak, rocky surroundings on these early days on the road. Every now and then the sun teases us for a minute or two and that’s when Newfoundland sparkles as it puts on a show. You can see all four seasons in one day in Newfoundland. The hills along the Trans-Canada are becoming much steeper and there are dozens of waterfalls. Some are thundering right beside me and I can feel the spray. Others are so far away they that there is only silence. The end of the day on the road always brings new friends.
Tonight, there’s a colourful piece of needlepoint in the bathroom of the bed and breakfast I’m staying in tonight. It says “Mothers hold their children’s hands for only a little while…….their hearts forever.”
Today, I hope you’re enjoying the hands you are holding and remembering the hands you have let go. And I’m wondering, who is in your heart forever?
Stay tuned. The journey continues……