I spent years in the Rockies, hiking the trails above treeline and others deep in forests. Long views were everywhere. I had room to move, rather than some of my employment situations, where it felt like I was wearing a large cardboard box over my head.
Lately, my room to roam has been walking the fairways of Tarandowah, the golf course I love. So sweet to be immersed in that world. But are there other possibilities in Southern Ontario?
Heading west from Belmont today, I was imagining another golfing journey. I know my route – south on Belmont Road, east on Yorke Line, cross Dorchester Road, cross Imperial Road, cross Whittaker Road. But today I found myself turning left on the gravel of Whittaker, just to see what was there.
Well, I knew that further on was Lake Whittaker Conservation Area. Jody and I had been years ago, but I couldn’t remember what it was like. Lakeshore trail, I guessed. Woods, meadows. As I approached the park gate, I was pretty blasé. Guess I’ll go for a walk.
But then …
Past some bushes, the lakeshore was revealed, as well as a hundred Canada geese floating serenely. And their calls echoed above the trees. I paused.
Then the woods. Corridors of fir trees, with the late afternoon light slanting through. I gasped.
Later, waist high grass in the fields, escorted by golden larch trees. Everything shining. I simply stopped.
My mind was large
My heart was open
My world was free