It happens this time every year…I wonder where the summer went? 

Where I live, summer was everything it should be: mostly blue skies, hot temperatures (ok, those days with temperatures in the high 30’s was a bit much), very little smoke from fires, travel, and a much slower pace of life.

I did a great deal of reading; some books for learning, some for inspiration, and others simply for entertainment. I took time to work on my next book (about life transitions, but no inspiration for a title as yet…ideas?), contracted a marketing specialist for my business, who lifted a massive weight off my shoulders making my summer so much more pleasurable.

In my last blog I shared the joy of discovering and learning about yoga and mediation. What I failed to learn is that when they say ‘listen to your body and let it guide you’, they mean it! The trouble is, sometimes your body doesn’t speak until the day after you pushed to do those 100 leg lifts after a nasty spill on a concrete sidewalk the previous day. Yup, all headway I made with my regular exercise program came to a full stop until my muscles and ligaments do some much needed healing.

This isn’t the first time I’ve done a number on my body…you can read about it in a previous blog.

Enough about the woes of my irresponsibility, let’s talk about travel. I have done a great deal of travel in the U.S. and Europe, but not as much in my own country of Canada. It is a vast area stretching over 4,700 miles (7,560 kilometers) from West to East, and crosses six time zones. We are surrounded by the Pacific Ocean in the west, the Atlantic Ocean in the east, and the Arctic Ocean to the north.

Each of the ten provinces and three territories offer their own beauty; according to National Geographic Kids, Canada is home to two million lakes (14% of the world’s lakes), 8,500 named rivers, 125 mountain ranges including the Rockies, the Appalachian Mountains, St. Elias Mountains, the Laurentian Mountains and the Purcell Mountains. Three of our provinces, Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta constitute the great wheat-producing region of Canada and are a major source for petroleum, potash, and natural gas…and they offer the most amazing sunsets and sunrises.

I lived my teenage years in Ontario, Canada. School trips and camp experiences included brought us to a lush forested areas called Algonquin Park. This incredible park covers an area of 7,630 km² (or about 2,946 square miles). To give some perspective, Algonquin Park is larger than Canada’s smallest province, Prince Edward Island, or, around the same size as Delaware and Rhode Island, U.S….COMBINED!

It would take a life time to fully take in all Canada has to offer. To date, my experiences in my own country have mostly been in British Columbia, Alberta, and Ontario. However, this summer I fell in love with Prince Edward Island. A friend is driving across Canada (taking several months to make the return trip), so I decided to meet up with her for a week in PEI.

What a beautiful place! We were welcomed with such warm hospitality, drove by fields of such varied crops, especially potatoes (and ate our share of french fries), and iron-rich rust coloured soil. We visited the Anne of Green Gable site, a favourite of my Mums, and marvelled at the amazing and inspirational talent of author Lucy Maude Mongomery. And the lighthouse…all sixty one of them!

For me the best of PEI was the beaches — more than 1000 km of coastline and 90 beaches! The long stretches of soft silky red or white sand, ocean so inviting it was impossible to resist at least walking along the waters edge, if not taking a dip in the clearn, refreshing ocean. Most welcome when the temperatures were high and the humidity even higher. Most beaches sported incredible sand dunes, however,  over the past two decades, on-going coastal erosion is threatening the dunes, causing great concern to locals and Nature Conservancy alike.

If you are a lover of oysters, PEI would be a haven for you. Sadly, I am one of many deprived individuals who can’t partake of these gems of the sea, so I enjoyed them vicariously through my friend. I can’t remember all the varieties she sampled, but here are a few: Northern Belle, Lucky Limes, Rustico, Sweet Blue, and Colville Bay…her pleasure and delight was a joy to behold.

An amazing volunteer at the Summerside information centre told us about a series of concerts called ‘Under the Spire’, held in the Historic St. Mary’s Church, built in 1902 by Island architect William Critchlow Harris. Fortunately for us, we were able to get tickets for the next night. The Acadian sounds of Vishtèn Connexions were amazing, thrilling us with musical combinations of fiddles, keyboard, flutes, bodhrán, guitar, mouth harp, and of course, vocal harmonies that carried the words of their original works across the enraptured audience.

So much more could be said about this nature inspired, understated Island, but I’ll leave it up to you to discover when you go visit for yourself – I’m confident you’ll be as enraptured as I was.

Photographs by Me.