Return trips to Heaven never get old. This place has captured my soul for over a dozen years now. Year after year, it has become “my” Massasauga… it’s “my” church. Where I go to reflect and take a breath and be thankful for all that I’ve been given. It’s a kayaker’s paradise without question, a place where you can see the one truth I most certainly know: that God is an artist.

Pinned down with high winds and confused waves yesterday, I took the opportunity to put down the paddle, stay in place for two days, and appreciate God’s artistry that is always on display if you just hit the pause button and look. There’s nothing more intoxicating than soaking in the overwhelming textures, the smells of the juniper, hemlock, and cedar.  

After meticulously exploring the shorelines that know me on a first name basis now, the skies slowly progressed into a late evening thunderstorm. When the rains and winds ceased, the cloud strings peeled away to showcase the most amazing fading light I believe I’ve ever seen here. The setting sun looked like a rising Phoenix on the opposite shoreline.  Just when I think I’ve seen God’s most incredible beauty He shows me even more. 

Kayaking Canada for many moons now has offered me hundreds of miles and uncounted days with my brothers of the paddle. My best friends until the day I die, of that I’m confident. One particular friendship, one of my most cherished, is offered as a blook entry here. Life is so good.