Take pause from your journey through this life, and rejoice with the one who shares it with you. Breathe in the sights and sounds that surround you on this rocky isle, and give thanks for this land we call home. Honour our Indigenous ancestors who were faithful stewards of these waters, and respect all future visitors to this place of reflection.
Back to the Artwork pageTake pause from your journey through this life, and rejoice with the one who shares it with you. Breathe in the sights and sounds that surround you on this rocky isle, and give thanks for this land we call home. Honour our Indigenous ancestors who were faithful stewards of these waters, and respect all future visitors to this place of reflection.
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The Autumn leaves shiver with excitement. The Pines bow to the winds as they whicper their secrets. A distant Loon laughs in reply to the whispering winds, and the stoic Granite remains silent knowing it is the foundation of all that is Muskoka magic.
Early snow brings pause to all who ply these waters. The call of geese overhead reminds me of the passing season, and the gentle approach of the next. Memories return to summer morns, and carefree paddles on mist shrouded lakes. Without the return of melting warmth, we are only left awaiting spring.
Crafted from the forest, its gunnels and keel gleam with an artist’s touch. Flashes of light across a mist soaked lake supply proof of its presence, as it glides and sways in a rhythmic dance. Markings on a polished underbelly honour the rocky Algonquin and Temagami isles where sanctuary was sought for moments of reflection and sustenance, or protection from leeward winds. As stars appear and night draws near, I wait in anticipation for the coming dawn when once again I can share quiet moments alone with my cedar strip.
When the loons no longer call
When the wolves have no need to howl
When the whispering pines are quieted
We feel the silent voices of Algonquin Spirits
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