We are on the ferry home. The air has that sharp zing that you can only find on the coast and I am wearing a sweater for the first time in a week. Driving out of the Okanagan and through the Fraser Pass, we strained to hear the words and music of Jack Layton's funeral - it was so infused with static that we could barely catch most of it. (For the first time ever, I seriously considered Sirius Satellite Radio)
I was struck by how similar the words that were repeated - justice, compassion, gratitude -at the funeral also came up at Naramata around the weekly theme of Enough for All.
The dance was really crazy and fun. Doug and I popped in for a final Sacred Pause. And we were the only ones there!! Normal people stayed at the dance. It's hard to be hip all the time.
This morning at breakfast, there were hugs and goodbyes and promises to return next summer. Who knows? Maybe we will.
sounds like good times.
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