Greetings to the golden month of September!

The mornings are damp, days shorter and my heart is so full with summer!  I’m well satiated until next spring, to get me through the long winter.  But who talks of winter on the first of September?!  September, the month of michaelmas daisies, county fairs, full apple trees and ripening pumpkins.

Here on this little blog, I wanted to preserve our little trip to Cape Breton Island, the birth place of my Grandmother.  One of the most beautiful places I feel so incredibly lucky to visit. A place I hope to visit in the next couple of months to just focus on my art.  So please, join us on our journey for a minute or two (I won’t write much!  The pictures make me feel overwhelmed with happiness)!  We spent only 3 nights on this island during the last week of August, but it will serve us with memories for a lifetime.  For how this earth sings and that I’m alive and able to experience it… I’m eternally grateful.

 

We hiked each day, enjoyed each others company, forgot about the world around us.  I am happiest as a traveller – focusing on the most basic aspects of life.  We climbed our humble east coast mountains (400 million years old!), swam in swimming holes, had bonfires, ate bags of carrots, drew, ate and vowed to come back again and again.   I feel like the earth breathes with old spirits, I only wish we could hear them more clearly.

I would love to own a piece of land here….someday, I hope this will happen.  I wonder is it just my mind and body being on “vacation” that makes me feel so connected, so in love with a place?  Or is there really something at work.  Cape Breton is rife with folklore – the Scottish Gaelic settlers believed in the little people.  There are place names (place names in CB have the Gaelic name under the English) which in English will be one thing and in Gaelic will be a reference to the fairies, Sithean.   I have seen interviews of Mi’kmaq (the Indigenous people of Nova Scotia, as well as other areas of Atlantic Canada) women recount stories of seeing the little people. I can’t help but thinking of these stories as we are hiking with the ancient oaks. Braided tails of mares, tasks being completed in the morning, iron protection and beings emerging from hills.

Do you have a place that makes you feel like magic is afoot?  That you feel like you could nestle into an old tree and fall asleep until the end of days?

I leave you now!  Tomorrow, I have a post for the shop finally being updated.   I once had pictures printed and would past in a book for safe keeping – feels like such a long time ago now.

Merry Part,

*****A folksong, recorded in the 90’s by 2 special Cape Breton icons!