I’m in heaven

And my heart beats
So that I can hardly speak

But mostly just because there are sign posted about, reminding us to be quiet.

And I seem to find
The happiness I seek

I was sitting in my boyfriend’s 3rd floor apartment melting and getting increasingly concerned (and simultaneously agitated) by the grinding sound of my dog’s panting. If electrical generators sounded a bit more like Inuit throat singers my boxer could easily have been mistaken for one.

Heaven
I’m in heaven

I had every intention of working. Hard. Two billion degrees. Can’t breathe. Must work. Job hunting. Apartment hunting. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.

The phone rings. It’s Jo. Coffee. Yes. Get me out of the house.

20 minutes later I’m being kidnapped. Jo decides we are not in fact going for coffee but she is taking us to the spa out in The Laurentians.

It took me almost 2 hours to let go of the guilt of relaxing for the first time in months and months and months…

To stop writing lists in my head of all the things I had to do when I got home…

To stop feeling guilty for being there without my kids???

What’s wrong with me?

But eventually…

The cares
That hung around me
Through the week
Seem to vanish
Like …

Hot tubs, cold tubs, steam rooms, saunas, forest pines…

Oh
I love to climb a mountain
And to reach the highest peak
But it doesn’t thrill me
Half as much
As…

Floating around on my back next to a waterfall…

Oh
I love to go out fishing
In a river, or a creek

That’s a lie. I don’t love fishing but I did love crawling around on the slippery rocks in the rapids with Jo, even after the staff warned us not to and then later getting stuck with no way back but to bashfully accept the aid of a pool boy on his break.

I especially loved chasing Johanne’s sandals racing down the river and her victorious cry upon crossing it and crawling over sharp wobbly rocks to retrieve the shoe that was caught on a branch, battling the current.

Heaven
I’m in heaven
And my heart beats
So that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find
That happiness I seek
When we’re playing in the water jets of the hot tub, squealing (silently) at the shock of the cold tub and laying on the river side rocks basking in the sun.