There’s a belief I heard by a local Galiano Island resident that there are meridians. Meridians where Galiano rests where the real world and the spirit world meet.
I’m traversing the waterways moving my home (my boat) from Vancouver Island to Bowen Island so I can go to school in Vancouver.
I allow the tears to melt away in the sun and the wind. I reflect on what would have been his absolute distaste for boat journeys and remind myself – he is free. Free of all pain.
Ahead of me are mountains. So clear, so beautiful.
Behind me now.