|View, front of the cottage, studio|
There is nothing quite like walking out into the lake mists of early morning (around 5:30-6:00 a.m.) to this wonderful sanctuary of the creative spirit! Normally by this time of year we have had many weekends at the cottage, doing maintenance, getting ready for our holidays. However this year we have only been over to stay the night twice. We are so looking forward to the final "pack up" tomorrow so we can make our leave taking until September and our return.
|Inside the studio|
The last two photos show the inside of the studio before I had a chance to work on cleaning it up last weekend. We use it during the winter to store the outdoor stuff-chairs and grill, etc, during the winter to keep them out of the elements. This past week my dear friend Nora traveled over with me to drop of the first load of supplies and equipment for the summer creative holiday. When we leave tomorrow I will have several more tubs of supplies and small tools, as well as my book weights and sewing frame, and a number of books, that will help me keep busy over this lovely summer holiday.
|My workbench, waiting!|
However, in between the masses of outdoor maintenance work we will be called to do, I will be hunkered down in this lovely studio my husband built for me. My creative verve is soaring as I finish cleaning our home, packing up the studio, and loading the truck and our car for the trip over to the cottage.
As I write these words, and I contemplate the last four months, my heart aches with joy. If you would have asked me even two months ago if we would be able to spend our holidays at the cottage this year, I would not have answered in the affirmative. So many weeks in and out of hospital, and then home with CCAC home nursing care, masses of IV antibiotics through a central line, and an appetite that did not seem to return, conspired to take my husband's energy and hope from him on more than one occasion. Thankfully, with the help of God, amazing doctors and nurses, the love and support from current and past parishes, the power of prayer has helped to lift us both up in so many amazing ways.
There were times in the middle of the night when I sat by his hospital bed, trying to remember what time zone around the globe our children were in, (Iowa, Endinburgh, AbuDhabi, Brisbaine) that my heart would sink a bit, and I would allow a tear or two to sneak past my eyelids. I would then close my eyes and allow my soul to be taken up with prayer.
It was in those quiet, dark moments, when I opened my heart and my soul to prayer that I would be lifted up in light, and I could feel the prayers of all those around the globe who were praying for us loud and clear, tangible, as if they were right in the room with us. I have tried to explain this feeling to others and so far have been inadequate. It was almost as if I could feel the brushing of wings past my heart, so gentle, that it took my breath away. Clearly, this experience was meant for me to know that all will be well, and all will be well, with the grace and peace of healing by God our Mother, all will be well.