Our first evening at the cottage on Thunder Bay, I saw the sun beginning to set. I said, “I gotta do something,” abandoned our Mario Kart game, and headed out to the beach with my camera.
So barefoot, in the sunset, I wandered across the place where it all began.
It was here that Rob proposed to me, over the frozen waters, at the dawning of the new millennium.
It was here that I first sailed, aboard the Sonnet.
It was here that I faced my first storm.
It was here that I took the helm for 6 hours, as Moonraker was taking on water.
It was here that we set out, for 13 hours in hurricane weather, determined to bring the newly-repaired Moonraker back to our home port.
It was here that we returned , won victories in arriving and leaving, before saluting our worthy adversary.
It was here that we anchored for a month, when my blogging began to take off, with my guest post published on Miss Minimalist. It was through that guest post that I met many of the friends who helped me through the challenges that were to com.
It was here that I first began to look fear in the eye—it’s where my current journey truly began.
Walking along the beach, wading through the water, where it all began, I saw how it all connects, how it all matters.
Watching the sun set over this house of healing, I saw that the best, the worst, and the seemingly insignificant events of our lives factor so much into the grand scheme of things.