We have been meandering our way from Ontario to New Brunswick since Monday. It’s now Friday. Truly the journey has been absolutely beautiful. The red carpet was rolled out with a touch of gold, orange and brown through the forests of New York, New Hampshire, Vermont and Maine before we reached our final destination. Idyllic? Close your eyes and imagine the most picturesque church surrounded by yellowing tamarack and red-orange maples bathed in sunlight. Imagine a mountain stream bubbling along by the roadside as if it is riding along to the bottom with us. Imagine our little red convertible with the top down, sun pouring in, a hot pumpkin spice coffee and the tunes turned up really loud. Finally, picture your very best friend beside you the whole way charting the route, planning rest stops, holding your hand and being the most awesome travelling companion you would ever need. Yup. That’s my trip so far – and it’s only Friday. We still have the wedding to attend, family to see, and the ride back! I know – you’re thinking – sounds awesome. You’re right. It is beyond belief fantastic. BUT…
Think about this: we stop and connect with family we haven’t seen in ever so long (like 30 years) and we stay with loved ones who make us feel so cozy we really don’t want to leave. You see? That’s only a few hours – and that’s what we received in Fredericton from MR, GR, MH and HH. Total connected Love. Acceptance. Friendship. Is it just me – or is this a fading art form? Perhaps the University should sign these folks up to teach a class or two in the Art of Hospitality. It could be very helpful and a real blessing to those who learn even a little from their example.
We meandered our way into their lives, they made us feel like we belonged there and just as quickly as it began – we were gone. They sent us on our way with warmth and care. Our souls felt replenished and we were ‘good to go’ for the next leg to our final destination in Moncton.
So if you can pick up where you left off after thirty or so years – folks, I would say that would be the hallmark of dear friends. I hope you discover a treasure trove like we have in Fredericton, or in your neck of the woods as we say here in N.B. You will feel like you exist in the cocoon of the nicest hug you could ever receive and it only takes a little dose – and you will be able to move along, feeling someone cares for you in the sincerest way possible.
Thanks to the Fearless Foursome of Fredericton. It won’t be forgotten – and perhaps, you would do us the honour of returning the favour – to see if we can follow your example?