It's raining in New England.
Yet it is entirely beautiful. My background is Portuguese and English, two very seafaring cultures. I'm drawn to this place with it's endless shorelines, seafaring vessels and crab cakes. Picked up a lost chunk of my soul here for sure.
Blackened haddock for dinner. Could have eaten two of them. Just the cries of seagulls had me at hello.
Wish you were here.
xo Gillian
A beautiful woman (among many, trust me) that came in to the spa today told us a tale.
She is moving back to Newfoundland after 25 years of living here in Ontario. The decision came upon her all at once; she wants a simpler, happier life. And who can blame her?
She showed us a camera phone picture. One of a gigantic iceberg off the coast. She's worried, you see. Her husband has a penchant for getting in a boat, going out to sea, and climbing up on the iceberg to chip off a giant chunk of iceberg to keep in their freezer for drinks.
I pondered for a moment, at how that doesn't seem simpler to me than going to your icebox for some frozen city water.
Then it dawned on me.
I was envious of this iceberg ice. Yes it's simpler. Purer. Tastier.
She has the right idea, going home to that rock called Newfoundland. Wise women walk through our doors everyday. If you aren't paying attention, you can miss them.
Here's to YOU, Jackie.
Happy journey home love.
xo
Buzzy Friday afternoon. Not the bees...me! I'm buzzing from sucking back coffees. Wild mountain blueberry, sweet summer raspberry {fave so far!}, and if course...of course! butter toffee. I used to dislike coffee so much, but my new schedule of working 24 hours a day has me needing more of this jet fuel to keep me going.
Happy Fathers Day to all of the wonderful dads out there, mine especially! This Sunday tell Dad you think he's the bees knees.
Love,
Gillian xo
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