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Home, away from Home

Sometimes we might need to reassess our relationships within personal and social structures, impacting our home and workplace lives. In other words, to clear our neuronal hubs for wiring in different spheres of reasoning. And free of emotional baggage. Doing it in a crowded tourist destination is an illusion. Doing it within settings of working nature might warrant a much better chance.
Environment of Great Canadian Shield at French River delta.
Human beings are a creature of habit. We allow ourselves to think at an elevated level of abstraction only when our basic needs are secure. My secret hideaway happened to be in a forgotten channel of the French River delta, the only waterway for ten generations of Canadians to get into the heart of the North American continent. And I found my way to feel, gradually, and despite appearances, like home.
A customary wake-up call for a regular,
A customary wake-up call for a regular,

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eyes-opening morning swim.
eyes-opening morning swim.

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Then wait for a particular shade of blue to hit the pillow.
Then wait for a particular shade of blue to hit the pillow.

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A customary wake-up call for a regular,
A customary wake-up call for a regular,

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In these contextual settings, it was somehow easier to see that my many personal and social relationships might not be so emotionally and intellectually equitable or altruistic. Many public institutions might have missions to serve, but to self-serve first. And the Wheels of Justice don’t turn around with the same speed for everyone. And that “liberal democracy” is an empty phrase without an active commitment from everyone. Indeed, the human world is not such a perfect place. The only one we will ever have. And we have to deal with it rationally.
Mass celebrated by Franciscan friar at French River, Ontario
Over decades I shared this hideaway with my friends, visitors of different countries, backgrounds and cultures and seven different nationalities. Undoubtedly, each had an undefinable food for thoughts to take back home. I brought there my daughters, their friends, partners and distant family. I was waiting to take my grandchildren there.

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What I valued the most about the time spent there were tranquil, in situ observations of the natural forces and processes. The slow unravelling truths about the world I am living in and many unforeseen aspects of its workings. A better grasp of what's coming up ahead and what we call “global warming.” The sense of wonderment and beauty derived from it is more insightful and far-reaching than from outbursts of baseless emotions.
Great Canadian Shield environment after fire, French River, Ontario
It is all gone now, a burned victim of the carelessness and negligence of construction workers far from my home of thoughts. And I’m left with a profound sense of loss.
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