Ten days ago, my sister and I drove to Twillingate and did some twacking (the top meaning😊) before joining our cousin at R & J Restaurant for lunch. All three of us enjoy the outdoors and hiking so the conversation led to hiking in the Twillingate area. Our cousin lives there and asked if we had ever done the hike in Little Harbour. No we hadn’t , but of course now we have!
Lower Little Harbour where at one time people lived year around, did they resettle up the trail to Little Harbour;)?
I have always liked the word mosey, it conjures up visions of quietly taking your time, of feeling warm and centered. We discussed the spelling of this “Mozy Inn” , because I had never seen it written. Someone would add an ‘e’, someone would have used ‘s’ instead of ‘z’, etc., but we all agreed that it was a lovely inviting spot. Interestingly enough I did see it written a few days later in Michael Winter’s book Into the Blizzzard…………mosey.
Sugg…an interesting surname for Newfoundland I thought
It was a brilliant, bitterly cold day.
The Natural Arch .
An unexpected, invigorating hike. Thank you Debra.
“Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” Linda Hogan
No trek yet today, just some pondering as I sit sipping my tea surrounded by things I love. A very old hutch, an old cabinet that my dad made years ago, a little old stand that displays my Thrift Store find of a beautiful teapot and cup that when perfectly aligned form an Hydrangea, complete with stem and leaves; my paintings, artwork and poetry, my digital photo frame which sends out memories and, at odd moments throughout the day, I stop and enjoy, my journal and my cup which reads “Life is a Story, Make Yours a Best Seller.” Many would not find my life a best seller, but for me my family, complete now with sons in law and grandchildren, my curious mind, my love of hiking and exploring and the continuing search for simplicity make it a seller that I hope to continue writing.
It is now officially Spring, but I see little evidence of it having arrived. The Cove is full of ice, there is still snow around even though we haven’t had much accumulation this winter and the winds have been ferocious! Thankfully they have diminished today and I did see a crow tearing pieces of burlap from around my rose tree to build his /her nest (they both build the nest). They are very wise birds, so I will have to believe that Spring is indeed here. Continue reading “Happy Spring! Gardening, poetry & hope.”→
Comfort Cove was stunning today. We witnessed the mess that nature brought us on Friday night, her Saturday morning fury and her ‘gob smacking’ afternoon beauty. It is so nice to be out and about on a cold winter’s day.
My eye was drawn to this.
Ever changing vistas.
Turnips fell from the turnip tree!
L. Fudge photos
The bight road offers ever changing vistas.
“…….. my concept of happiness is to be fulfilled in a spiritual sense.” Coretta Scott King.
Although Comfort Cove is not a hiking destination, it does have many intriguing landscapes to discover and hike. Doctor’s Hill Lookout is one of these. Doctor’s Hill is not high (61 meters, about 200 ft), nor is the trail long, it is however somewhat treacherous.
Sister dear and I set out early one morning to climb it but could not find the trail! After spending some time searching for a path, we decided to try and climb straight up the hill. We did manage to get nearly to the top but thought it prudent to return to safety.
Defeat is not easy:)
After questioning some of the locals, we learned that one gentleman had climbed to the top on a few occasions and he was kind enough to show us where the trail originated. So……….
Sister dear is in a much better frame of mind.
Later in the Fall, my husband and I climbed it.
The views are worth the climb.
“May you live all the days of your life.” Jonathan Swift
…….I say that Spirit is only separated by a heartbeat.” Marie Eastman, Exploits Native Women’s Drummers
(With the reopening of the Beothuk Interpretation Centre and all its amazing events for the season, I thought I would re blog this post)
I attended a Healing Conference at the Beothuk Interpretation Centre in Boyd’s Cove on Thursday October 15/15 and it was amazing! Karen and all her staff provided good food and a day to remember. Chief Misel Joe of Conne River led the Conference with humour, while giving spiritual and educational guidance. Participants came from Trinity Bay, Springdale, Steady Brook and various places in Notre Dame Bay. It is one of life’s ironies that we sometimes know someone all of our life and feel no real connection, while sometimes we meet a stranger and there is an instant affinity. Such was the case on Thursday, our group connected very early in the day.
Our day began with a Smudging Ceremony held in the Spirit Garden and performed by Chief Misel Joe. This was my first time experiencing this ceremony and I found it quite moving.
Our brothers and sisters, the Beothuk People
once lived and worked on this sacred site.
We pay our respect to their Spirit that
remains within the land and this sacred site.
Chief Misel Joe
Miawpukek First Nation, Conne River
Our medicine walk took us along the beautiful trail by the Interpretation Centre and Chief Joe collected seven natural medicines to be brewed later in the day.
The trail is so peaceful and beckoning now, and we can only hope that the Beothuk people can feel our sorrow and sadness for what was done to them.
At the end of the medicine walk, some of us returned to the Centre to reflect and discuss what we had encountered on the trail. Others decided to continue on and visit the sculpture of Shanawithit created by Gerry Squires. Please visit http://wwwheritagenf.ca and click on Images to learn more about this fascinating story.
We walked down the trail and quietly she emerged through the trees. I was in awe. Shanawithit stands so tall, strong and proud and at one with her surroundings. There is no ostentatious, loud plaque to announce her place here. The storyboard is on the opposite side of the trail and blends in with its surroundings. Gerry Squires was in tune with what needed to be done.
“Of the two wolves who are constantly fighting inside all of us,
Only the good wolf can be fed here.
The Spirits want it this way.”
Marie Eastman, Exploits Native Women’s Drummers
The afternoon was comprised mostly of a Storytelling Circle led by Chief Joe. Simply put, it had four parts. First the Talking Stick was passed around the circle with each of us telling a little about ourselves, then it was passed in the opposite direction and we told of something or someone in our past who had changed us, then Chief Joe gave each of us a word and we had to tell a story using that word….no rehearsal, no exchanging of ideas, just tell a story, and lastly we gave away our little gifts. The spirituality, sadness, healing and laughter brought us all together in this little circle.
When we had registered for the Conference, Karen asked us to bring along some item that meant something to us and this would be used as a gift for someone in our Storytelling Circle. She also said that at the end of the day we would know who should receive our gift.
I brought a little, colourful painting that I had won at an auction the previous year. The painting was done by Sam Stairs whose parents operate the Citadel House and they host various musical talent throughout the year. Last year during one of their concerts, they had a silent auction to raise money for the Oncology Unit at the Janeway Hospital in St. John’s. There were a number of items donated and each of the Stairs’ children did a piece of art to help raise funds. Their son, Sam did a mosaic of lovely colours and had it framed. I put in a bid and was lucky enough to win it! I chose this special painting to give away, and yes, when the time came, I knew who should receive it.
I received a lovely little red Buddha which was truly meant for me and amazingly, Linda knew this.
We were also encouraged to leave an offering in the Spirit Garden. There were various items from nature and some pieces of coloured cloth in baskets from which you could make an offering and take down to the Garden. I chose a piece of birch rind, a mussel shell, and a piece of blue cloth (to represent the sea and the beautiful October sky) and strung them together to make an offering to an outstanding woman, my aunt, Hettie Sarson. She died in August at the age of 98 and had an affinity with the Native People and indeed all people. I hung it on a branch facing out to sea because as her grandson Michael wrote “She (Hettie) was kind, but she had the grey air of the Atlantic about her and she wore that kindness with melancholy.” Perhaps her spirit is now back where she was born and somehow intertwined with that of Shanawithit.
“If you find yourself at ocean’s edge let the power of the winds
and water take you home.”…… Mother Earth by Chief Misel Joe
In 2013 we visited Fogo Island for the first time in a number of years and what a lovely mini vacation it was.
So much has been written about this amazing inn and it is truly fabulous. I love the way Jonny Harris of Still Standing described it recently….”it’s the only place you can stay and sleep under a quilt made by nan and use a toilet designed by NASA.”
Lion’s Den Trail was my favourite and the most riveting to all my senses. At the beginning of the trail we met an older couple who had come together later in life, both having lost their spouses. We were talking to the man for a while and he told us he had nine daughters. My husband (we have two daughters) made some joke about living in a household with all females. “Yes”, the man said, “people have said to me, I don’t know how you survived raising 9 daughters!”
The trail meanders through old, abandoned settlements and around every corner and rock outcropping there is a view that really stops you in your tracks. The seascapes, wildflowers, sea breezes, and rock formations all add to a day of wonder.
On this hike, I also ‘discovered’ Eliza Lewis. This sign in Eastern Tickle piqued my interest.
I was fascinated by the fact that a young Newfoundland girl had gone to Argentina in 1914. Why? How? After a little research, I tracked down the company who had made the film Letters From Eliza and the producer was none other then Dave Quinton of Land and Seafame. He was so generous in tracking down a copy for me. An amazing film, an amazing story. I contacted Fogo Island Inn and gave them the information. I really hope they followed up and now have the film in their media room. Seems fitting that Eliza’s story be told there.
“There are walks on which I lose myself, walks which return me to myself again.” In Praise of Walking by Thomas A. Clark