Yesterday I was at a barbeque by a lake. Even though the weather was very changeable, I did not miss the opportunity to go for a swim. However, it was in conversation that I found my strength. I was asked why I was in Nova Scotia, and without a thought I heard my reply. “I am here to sell some property.” Perhaps only two weeks ago I would have hedged and said that I had some legal work to attend to, but now I am really only still here to sell property and waiting to sign some of the documentation before I head back north. What I heard was not the truth in the statement, but the strength in my voice.
I woke this morning to the sight of sunlight in the leaves. I found myself praying, in gratitude, for my family, my family here in Halifax and my other son trekking in Mongolia with his wife and son. I found myself praying for my almost former partner—I am hard-wired to pray. I have been created to pray—thought communication with the “Other Which Is”. And whether or not these prayers have been “answered”, they have changed me—and for the better.
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