STG and I had an awesome extended road trip this summer doing some of our favourite things and visiting some of our favourite people. But what stands out to me when I hear ‘vacation’ are those even rarer moments, moments of peace. Moments of gratitude. Moments when my soul is at rest.
A mid-week day trip to Coombs or Port Renfrew stopping where we will without plans or agenda. Or resting in the backyard hammock with a glass of wine and a juicy novel. Watching the storm from a fire-warmed cabin on Mayne. Leaning against a log watching the water wash the beach. Pressing reset doesn’t take two weeks. It just takes grabbing the opportunity to breathe peace in as it dances past.