An unexpected surprise…

Back in November of 2015, I spent the better part of a weekend believing I was pregnant. It was an exceptionally refreshing experience, one that I’ve not had for a number of years now.

It was a fantastic weekend to begin with. Halloween was celebrated in conjunction with seasonally low temperatures AND daylight savings time. That, my friends, is every parent’s dream! We also enjoyed dinners with family, played board games, built LEGO, watched a movie, walked our pup at an off-leash park for the very first time (hilarious!), and played many rowdy games of soccer in our back yard.

On Saturday, I checked my app when it occurred to me that I was late, and realized that my cycle had endured for 36 days. I was convinced that my cycle had not EVER exceeded 35 days, though my husband seemed to recall a 38 day cycle. I am willing to admit that he was likely correct, what with his brain being the vault that it is, but at the time I was keen to forget.

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Happy 10th Birthday, Riverside Spa!

OR, in other words, thank you thank you thank you to our valued guests and staff!

Today, is the day.

We have reached the mile-marker that once loomed so far into the future it felt like a straight-up impossibility. Riverside Spa is ten years old!

Naturally, we’re experiencing a variety of emotions:

Shock, for the speed at which time passes.

Delight, for sweet celebrations sake.

Gratitude, for our valued guests.

(Oh, how we LOVE our guests!)

And pride, because… well, why not? We have accomplished so much more than we ever thought we would.

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Loud and proud, we holler.

The older I get the more I am convinced that what the world needs more than anything else right now is story-tellers. TRUTH-tellers. People who are bold enough and brave enough to bring everything to Light: all of our deepest, darkest fears, our most shameful insecurities, the authentically human reality that is making mistakes. They will speak, or write, or act, or sing, or shout-from-the-rooftops about those moments in which we honour and revel in the Divinity and Grace that we are promised by virtue of being alive. TRULY ALIVE.

When we tell these stories, particularly on behalf of the generations that precede us, we liberate from genetic prisons the unresolved emotions, the hurts and the damage that trickle like rain drops down the fronds of a plant; down, down, down to future generations, unsuspecting and unaware of the causes of their very real, yet unexplained, pain.

And there will be understanding, compassion and love, where before there was uncertainty, contempt and fear.

What are we here for if not to love one another as fiercely and as bravely as we can?

There is no other purpose.

Families are like quilts.

My son laughs easily and often.

There are times when he becomes so lost in his joy, he intuitively rubs his hands together as though he is stoking a fire… burning and blazing for even more joy.

I have seen others do this: his father, grandfather and great-grandfather. Cut from the same mold, they are. It is the most remarkable thing…

To be stitched so intimately together by something as simple as a gesture.

The world is good. I find proof of this in such things.