The honey and I drove five hours to meet up and enjoy a lovely weekend with his sisters and their respective husbands. It was a fantastic weekend and even though I may not have been to keen on getting cold ...when we started out...I was pleasantly suprised with how confortable the weekend was.
The drive in itself was equally fantastic...yes long...but so scenic. I was particularly taken by the burial grounds atop a mountain just outside Huntley...I found that really quite touching. Cemetries have always affected me in the strangest ways. I think it is about the respect I have for the dead and the wonder I believe each have had when living...I guess I also think it is a gift, a promise of appreciation of their lives and the treasure we need to recall when we think of those who have passed. I explained this morning that when people talk about their Pepiha it is only talk to one who listens and don't really understand...now however I feel like I have some understanding....their mountain, their river and line, their ancestry ....it means something deep and I have now a bit more of an understanding of what it really means to them.
It gave me a funny feeling, I described that feeling as mesmerising but it could just be a deep respect...which ever it was it was something really profound....
We arrived home early enough to spend some down time with each other and that was fun in itself. This morning I wished I could stay home for another day but this was not to be..,so off I went and had a very busy but short day.
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