My mom just retired, and is enjoying the time to dive deeply into her yoga teaching as well as her own practice, and has started to invite me on little adventures. We drove up to Riding Mountain National Park, a place as unlike the prairies of Saskatchewan (where I set my expectations for a prairie landscape) as can be. It’s at the intersection of multiple ecosystems and contains more biodiversity than most national parks. Bison and bears, wolves and coyotes, prairie and moss.
She was more relaxed, more present, than I’ve seen her in years. We hiked and picnicked on a dock. I knit away on a cowl inspired by Paris while sandhill cranes winged their way south overhead. It was a day when my cup was filled to overflowing.
Riding Mountain Park