When morning rises, I discover the surrounding giant scenery for my next ten days. I gaze at mountains around this ranch, similar to Montana, similar to The horse Whisperer. The Black Cat Guest House. The place is made to welcome my heart and my delayed posts, I definitely miss my own black cat to improve my beautiful mountains landscape sparkling in the morning sun as I am being taught my working chores.
The afternoon shines on Mont Solomon heights. Fall landscape suddenly and softly breaks with my early winter. The view is so simple it is stunning and my body doesn’t fail me anymore while hiking. Lakes glitter in the far. I can feel the other side, Jasper’s, calling for me. Soon. In a few days.
And to greet me even better, a writing workshop took place for my first days. I thus let my pencil run throughout my creativity! My weekend only explorations are with my grey words on my notebook. I forget my travel writings for a while in order to create some new adventure novels awaiting for their true birth, in order to blossom the one thousand lives story I partly write in my mind when I hike, the one that kept me busy on Auriol Trail. I can feel my blazing imagination willing to get a break from my travel diaries and go back to some fiction, but I can tell it is not time yet.
I suddenly realize my curent perfect serendipity: I was in Canada when I realized I wanted to write and my first actual Canadian lingering stop is surrounded by authors… Thus, Canada last year** might have been a good idea but not the good time… I think about this New World always calling for me further West, I question this land’s memories, telluric and mystical forces getting through me as deeply as in Ireland. People from here, as Irish people, kept another spirituality, more free and mysterious, than European monotheism.This energy, added to the one of people arrived from all over the world, running away from their old life to build a New World, created a peculiar atmosphere. Did those two memories draw an esoteric land calling for those who need a new beginning? Maybe not for everyone, but at least for me, for sure!
I also get to know better Amber and Perry, the ranch’s owners, who beautifully tell me their Canada. They breathe such a simple peace that transforms me in the process.
can tell I am at the right place, not only in Canada, but here in this ranch, in order to reach my desired solitude, in order to enjoy my endless feeling of eternity. Each of the places I have chosen since the beginning of my journey, always preferred with my instinct, always matches my needs. This remote and peaceful places applies to this rule, despite another soul’s wounds, sometimes similar to my sensitivity and bleeding spines, that tries to know me, that I try to understand.
I can tell I am seizing my destiny, I can breathe better. My state is getting balanced after an uncertain week. My state is getting balanced after a month and a half in the US. I loved Alaska and I never get tired of its landscapes nor the ones printed in my soul from two years ago, but my heart always breathes in a strange way on American soil. I can feel some sort of dormant tensions, even violence, in everybody and I am invisibly struck by it. It is only when I leave that I realize I didn’t breathe the same… And arrived in Canada, the country blew such a peace in my soul. I feel so good here.
* named after a nearby summit which look like a cat (black of course)!
** Summer 2018, I experienced my first Canadian stay, dreaming that I would dream there one day: 28 days
Justine T.Annezo – Oct 17th-21st 2019, Hinton (AB) – GMT -6
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 