We’ve been back in Canada from the United States for four days. Apart from the declining stock market, the sense of harmony is incalculable. The relief is not merely being home. Our minor occupations throughout our short return have included cutting ties with the United States. For the present we have no ambition or plans to return. Today we closed our Sunpass account (Florida’s Turnpike electronic toll collection). We also wrote to our US bank account manager to transfer funds back to our Canadian bank.

On home territory we have been engaged in clearing the cupboards too.  We have a number of things which are no longer useful to us.  We have made the decision to abandon them and to let them go.  Luckily we’ve discovered family members who are interested to step into the mix and to take over where we have left off. Naturally, as one thing is removed another is replaced. C’est la vie! Once again however the compelling sensation is one of consonance. There is nothing that can substitute for the persuasion and facility of home territory. The distant views are not merely enlivening; they are expressive of one’s inner communion with the whole. The operative word is blending; insinuation of what is within the parameters and perimeters.

Our personal transition is reflective of the same in the greater part of the world. During our temporary absence people in the apartment building have come and gone (or are about to do so). The annual art festival in the Rosamond Woollen Mill will highlight new and exciting artists to the compound. Development by Minto in the nearby acreage is seriously underway. And at the same time the river flows as usual, the crops have been prepared for springtime, our medical and dental appointments will soon follow and we eagerly anticipate our own beginnings, propositions and aspirations.

At the local coffee shop today we complemented our visit with nutritious news, including now familiar repetition of the national identity theme. The sun is shining again today and the sky is clear. My impromptu walk-in at the barber shop has erased the cosmetic dilemma. Onward, from British Columbia to Nova Scotia!