Beckwith, rainy day, fire going in the wood stove

I came back two days ago from a long and busy spell
thinking, creating, and finally presenting my biggest and most personal project
it’s been an interesting process
making a feature film
a huge challenge really
most rewarding in many ways

A long time ago I dreamt of being a filmmaker
at the time I had everything in front of me
there was a path I could follow
it was up to me to walk the walk

for multiple reasons I wandered off
one being that I was not ready to tell a story
not that I didn’t have one to tell
I was missing some tools
confidence being one

I was lucky to find a great companion on a road that we’ve shared for 30 years
30 years of support, love, encouragement, belief
30 years during which I kept at my trade
working on various elements
getting more and more comfortable

when the time came
the offer made
I was ready

this week I sat in front of the big silver screen
happy and grateful
the sum of all; family, love, work
presented in 75 minutes

it’s interesting how I find myself with the possibilities I was dreaming of when I was a teen
so many moments between then and now where that thought was not on the agenda
but here I am

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the rock

when she said I’m going to Memorial we said
great, we’ll drive you

we landed in Port aux Basques
and already were thrilled
I thought it looks like Ireland and we kept on driving

The car was packed to capacity
there was all she needed for her first year in residence
there was her brother with his needs as he was to fly from St-John’s to Vancouver
there was us two parents and everything we could think of to keep us content
for a 10 day camping trip

Those old Volvo wagon can carry a lot

We started exploring the west coast
Tablelands, West Brook pond with it’s magnificent fjord
water fall from high above, dissolving into mist
up there they climb said the guide talking about moose
up on those plateau they feed, have their young
up there I thought

Another day we climb
Gros Morne; second highest mountain on the rock, 800 meters
through the woods first, up, up, up
my knees, heart beat going
out of breath, I’ll never make it
blueberries everywhere, take your time
each of them take a turn
you can do it mama, I’m right behind you my love
We’re at the foot of the Morne
desolated, rugged, raw
climbing rocks now; steep, arduous
it doesn’t seem like much more to go
I look back, breathtaking
I can do it, made it this far
three steps, take a break, look back, oooooh
three more steps
I reach the top and find my son and daughter laying among rocks and lichen
we’ve only been here a few minutes, you’re doing good mama

I pretend I’m a hobbit, walking a top this rugged land of lakes, mountains and waterfall
one is humbled in front of such beauty
we fill our eyes, we fill our lungs
no moose, we do see a bear

It takes a few more hours to trek our way down
no rush, we take it all in

A new campsite sits by a long white sandy beach
acrescent with no one in sight
water appeals, my love goes in

What is this place?
feelings of new countries around the bend
still the same rock

The journey takes us to the eastern side
gentler, with it’s own gems
bays upon bays
hidden villages
a feed of fresh cod and new potatoes makes our best meal
more blueberries
a lighthouse on the tip of the eastern shore makes me dream of other days

Eventually we have to drive our young man to the airport
an early flight that gave me no sleep
Mama’s heart ready to shatter

A couple more days of wonder
on a suspended bridge my daughter and I can not take our eyes off a seal down below
laying on a rock, by a water fall, it looks like he’s hunting, looking for fish
every move, yawn, stretch, makes us coo
ooooh, so cute
eventually we move on
we’re not to see the great fish attack today

The main goal of this trip has arrived
we deliver our daughter to St-John’s
the university campus is busy with parents, students, check in, find your res, settle
we stick around to see her transform her room into her home
she has a talent for that
in no time she makes the space hers
postcards on the wall, reminiscence of various trips in the form of rocks, shells and sand
she knows where every item came from
it feels good to wait and see it take shape

The last embrace is impossible
I can’t let go
locked arms around my beautiful girl
mama, give papa a turn

There is one more day before we leave the rock
it’s me and you babe
we’ve been there before, we can do it
we buy three fine brew from a local micro brewery and set off to find a place to park for the night
serendipity is found on a quiet road at the bottom of a hill
a river meets a bay, hosting a group of Canada geese and sandpipers for their night’s feast
at a picnic table sits a man enjoying the view
is it ok to park here for the night we ask
sure thing, no one minds
he’s finished his drink, he lives up the road, enjoy he says

We savor the beers as we watch the sun set one more time over the rock
more geese are landing
soothing sight for the soul
this journey has come to an end
we’re ready to go home

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