One day many years ago, stuck in Toronto traffic yet again, I began to chew my steering wheel in frustration. I knew then it was time to look for somewhere else to live, and something else to do.
A few days later I took some time off from the daily grind on the Gardiner and went northwest into southern Ontario’s pleasant, rural countryside in search of a good place to start a new and better life. I had some idea what I was looking for, having lived as a child on a couple of farms for several years. But I missed an important step: I should have known that wherever you go on that kind of journey, you take your emotional baggage with you, that you’ve got to sort that out first, or certainly make self-discovery an integral part of the journey; otherwise, the place you leave is essentially the place you keep finding, over and over again. And as a result there is no real escape, no authentic renewal even if you have had the good fortune to discover a special place to live in the world, as I have. You can’t do it justice, or yourself, or anyone else for that matter, especially those who most need you to be present for them as the fully-formed person you’re meant to be.
So, though I found Hope Ness a long time ago, I’m still trying to find it.
But this blog, Finding Hope Ness, is dedicated to the idea that it’s never too late to get it right. It’s about discovering the treasure, the wonder that’s in a moment, even the seemingly mundane.
I want to be like my little granddaughter Mirabella in that moment when, out for a walk with her mother Lila Marie, she held a leaf in her hand, saw the wonder in it, and felt the wonder in herself.
Now that’s living. And that too is Hope Ness.
I invite you to take this journey with me, and maybe share some of your own experience , especially if what I’ve said above sounds familiar.