Things rarely happen as I imagine them in anticipation, except for this time they did. Saturday morning in La Tasse Verte with a coffee and print-out copies of my readings for the Indigenous Spirituality course. Spontaneous trip to Biodome and breathless joy of being there, among the anemones and birds and sturgeons.

I am having a hard time adjusting to the shortening day, so when I set out for my Sunday evening walk to the forest, just as my kids settled to watch Pirates of the Caribbean for the first time, it was to let to get to the lake before dark. I realised it halfway and reluctantly turned back. It did feel easier this time. I smiled getting better of letting go. I walked back to the Clearview entrance, a little disappointed, but feeling light about making the right decision, and as I emerged from the forest onto the field I saw her looking at me. Big, almost full, pale yellow, low on the purple evening sky, framed by the old apple trees, like eyelashes, it looked as if she’d been waiting to reveal herself to me. If you asked me, I wouldn’t want to be anyone else or in any other place, than I am.