I could dig out the book, I know is right here somewhere. It will tell me what the characteristic Loon calls mean, what they are saying to each other. Or I could just listen to them laugh and chatter across the moon-lit lake. This is a journey of redemption. This is my journey of remembrance. Few are so lucky to have a place in their lives that has stood the test of time, and that they can return to. It has felt less like home after the tumultuous last few years. Truth be told, It will never be the same in my heart, but it can still be the place of peace and rejuvenation it has always been; when I agree to the new role it plays in my life.
When you see the bandstand, you are almost there…
Down the road, past the cemetery where the man’s leg is buried, take the first right, the dirt road. Slow the car and roll down the windows, dust be damned, the smell of pine and summers at the cottage flood the car.
We drifted, as we have in real life, as sisters. Not sure of our directions but always with a hand to guide. There was nothing more important than running through the lawn barefoot, calling “Oogly Googly Go Away” to the slugs and critters we knew were lurking. The dock caught the afternoon sun, and the attention of a Mama Duck with her 7 youngsters.
Luring them in with great cunning, (cheese and crackers) she only wanted to hug one. Mama Duck was having none of that.
Later, the moon came up over the lake and I knew I had fully escaped.
Therapeutic Misadventures 
It sounds like a wonderful place to escape to. I hope there was peace to be found at the lake.
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I believe peace is within us always, sometimes it just takes a special place to bring it to the surface. Thanks!
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Im so glad you went to “your place”. It is the best of memories because those memories were created by us at our best, young, full of life, wonder and simpler happy times as kids going to our special place, where even the adults seem to relax and be the better adult they could be….cherish it. My family’s special place is now gone, but, those memories are almost more vibrant because of it. Still…….I wish I were there with you, sticking my toes in the lake and dipping lobster in butter with my fingers! Enjoy that fabulous place!!!
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Welcome back Doppleganger! Special places are all around us as we are busy making memories. It was good to find that peace again.
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I love the last photo!
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Thank you Joyce. It is a magical place…
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Thanks Joyce. It’s a magical place…
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There’s something settling and centering about being on the water – and watching a building-less sky. Love the duck pix, too
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Thanks for drifting by, Phil!
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A Lake a night is a very special place, but most people leave it behind when the sun sets. Good for you for staying.
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It’s an ancient sort of feeling, no light pollution, no noise pollution, just the night sounds.
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Reading your words is almost as good as being there in person (almost…) Peace, rejuvenation, relaxation, a fine place to call home. Nice!
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Thank you Julieallyn! So glad it rang true with you!!
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Thanks Julieallyn. So glad to touch at chord with you. Appreciate your comment, too!
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The buried leg intrigues me. It looks like a beautiful place to visit.
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The man lost his leg and had a huge funeral for it. The story is fuzzy in my mind, my grandmother used to tell it to me. I believe he is buried next to it!
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I love stories like that
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