Behold an excessively pregnant biophilliac atop Gibraltar Rock in Paul Lake, BC. Most of this gestational journey has been spent wallowing in extreme fatigue, so I’m happy to report that the sudden bursts of energy are finally kicking in. Rest assured, I’m making the most of it. My family and I spent a gorgeous Labour Day long weekend in the BC Interior celebrating the love and legacy of my grandparents who called this dreamy landscape their home for over 30 years. My Baba died last October, and my Pa passed during Covid, so we held a bittersweet family gathering to lay them both to rest in the place that they loved the most.
Some of my most treasured childhood memories took place here. We had a cabin just down the (dirt) road from my grandparents, so I was up here almost every weekend in my youth. As a girl, I wandered through the surrounding forests and daydreamed on the dock of lake, getting lost in the corners of my imagination, and finding myself in the process. The was the place where I learned who I was and who I was not, where I put pen to paper for the first time, and where I developed an everlasting bond with nature.
It feels so special to share it with my growing family. The years have surely changed things. My grandparents are gone, and my dad now rents out my family cabin. But my auntie (pictured above with me and my brood) bought my grandparents house, and she’s maintaining the essence of all the things we loved about it.
It still smells the same. It still feels like they’re here, in the trees, the dragonfly dances, and the loon calls out on the lake. I’m so grateful that my kids will have a connection to them in this place. I’m glad it still feels like home.
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