It's been nearly three months since I've paddled, and sadly it's a void that isn't easily filled.
I have taken some time out and find myself once again far away from my Island home of Burgeo and Ramea NL Canada.
Here in the Iraqi desert one can only imagine such a pleasure as kayaking on the south west coast of Newfoundland, but for me it is more than an imaginary thing, it is a memory of times when I was at one with the sea and the sea was one with the cliffs, and the birds were at one with the fish, thus it is easy to grasp the Creator in such a place.
Needless to say I long for the coast and the friends and family that are dear to me.
I know that in order to get what one wants in life there has to be sacrifices, yet it is difficult at times to weigh it all out.
So here I go again, only to use the past experiences to keep me afloat, as I used to say to my friends " this too shall pass"
Here's to the brighter days ahead, when this too shall be just a memory.
Memories from the Reach and
Whispers from the sands