And now what do I do?

I always seem to feel a sense of loss when I complete a project that is really important to me. Today I completed the first draft of my journal for my Master of Philosophy in Humanities and tonight I cannot resist a certain sense of melancholy. There will be revisions to make of course but nonetheless work that has been in progress for more than two years [half my life on some level] is nearing an end.

I have also finished shooting all of the rushes for my film and now must begin the task of of constructing a final product from that. Now I must engage other people in the task of editing and narrating and composing music. It will become our project not my project and that too will require some adjustment.

I face a time of change now. I will be returning to Calgary to begin my PhD at the end of August and that fact fill me with a mixture of anticipation and downright fear. But I cannot stand still for I am endless compelled ahead into the future.

Up the creek with a paddle...

I had just completed another rigorous shift of hammock duty, guarding the potato patch so I decided I should give myself a small reward. I went next door and borrowed a canoe from Mark Hobbs.

The off I headed to Little River. After launching the canoe, I spent a leisurely afternoon paddling up the lazy river. Once I got clear of the breezes bursting ashore off the bay the river turned placid even glassy. Little River is a meandering water that winds it way softly through a mixture of bogland and forest. Around every other bend water lilies hold up their golden blossoms for all to admire. Along the banks the iris adds a burst of indigo to the luxuriant green that dominates the edge between water and blue sky. Bank beavers maintain their rustic homes in and out of the river.

Following the lazy soft path of the waterway I float through the afternoon letting time slide away from me. The occasional deadhead keeps me from falling into a stupor. I am at peace.