Damn. 2020 reminds me of that time my husband was chased by a man in a tractor through a farm field till he tripped and fell. Terrifying. As he recounted that story of working (road construction) on a Sabbath day in a town that felt this was a tremendous sin, I felt a number of things. Anger, sadness and helplessness. 2020 has brought all those feelings back and multiplied it all as I have two precious children involved in all the crazy as well. That 2020 tractor just keeps getting closer.
It can, and has at times felt so overwhelming...juggling the intense challenges of our various businesses, carrying the weight of extended family in need and trying to do this thing called mom-ing with a much smaller village and more children than ever before. Where is all the good?
To cope, my husband and I have taken turns spending the day in bed hiding...hoping when we wake it will be sunshine and rainbows... only. Alas, here we are at the end of the year and It still takes a bit of squinting to see the good. Every so often, I come up for air and I see just how beautiful everything still is. The kindness from strangers oozing Christmas spirit has certainly helped. Along with that, the beauty found in British Columbia's parks certainly makes it easier for me to feel refreshed even in the midst of dark and dreary events. But, I still find myself squinting to see the good in many things.
Last weekend we had the opportunity to have a family day. We had come to the end of a long week and we were all squinting hard for the good. The child in our foster care was off for a visit with his relatives and we were left with just our little herd. I can't remember the last time it was just the 4 of us out and about. As usual, I was assigned the role of Curator of Fun and I couldn't think of a better place to take the family than a place called Squint Lake to match our mood.
Recommended by a dear friend months ago, this place was just what our little hearts needed. We took in the 14 degree December weather, sunshine on our faces and the peaceful stroll along a bubbling stream that is also a habitat for Salmon. Our children enjoyed the short walk with squirrels running up trees. Then they found themselves swinging on monkey bars and the miniature zip line on the playground attached to the parking lot. It was nice to see this spot also had proper washrooms.
I discovered Squint Lake was originally a beaver pond and named because if you squint... you'll miss it. It is now on the property of the Burnaby Mountain Golf Course but they graciously give the public access to the walking path as long as you stay off the greens. Complete with free internet to visitors strolling through, Eagle Creek flows into Squint Lake from the north and continues until it flows into Burnaby Lake in