Mr. Devrient, my History teacher in high school, once advised me to travel my own country before travelling others.
I didn’t listen, which probably makes me a bad Canadian.
I spent all my free time in Ontario (where I’m from) trying to get a job in California. Then when I moved to California, I spent all my free time heading back to Ontario for weddings, baptisms, holidays and the like.
But this past weekend, I finally made it to Vancouver. I went to visit my friend, the great and wonderful documentary film maker, Pete McCormack, who I gush about here, and his super talented partner in crime Sam, who created a company called Echo Memoirs, which “transforms memories and photographs into stunning coffee-table books that leave a meaningful legacy for generations to come.” They create seriously beautiful books, which make for better heirlooms than Aunt Bessies old spoon collection. Hint: They make a great gift.
Sam is so peaceful and lovely that she looks like she’s meditating even when she’s just looking at a menu.
I also met one of my new favorite people, and by new I mean he’s fresh out of the oven. A mere 3 months old:
“Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.” — Andre Gide
“God calls us to the place where our deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.” — Frederick Buechner
This group of people are really living their dreams, or at least are well on their way to figuring out a how to live happier lives. If they aren’t living harmoniously off the grid, they are signing robust book contracts or teaching at universities about being ecological kind. And they do it with glee and optimism.
Sorry Mr. Devrient. Maybe next time.