distance

dis·tance

ˈdistəns/

noun

1. 1. 

   an amount of space between two things or people.

   
   

   There is a province between us.  1305.7 km, 15 hours of driving, a 2 hour flight, or a 263 hour walk.  There is too much space.  What this all equates to is a chasm that can't be filled, only remedied with FaceTime.   This expanse also becomes a breeding ground for miscommunication and frustration, that doesn't often exist under normal circumstances.   This is important to recognize.  

   
   

   I am a firm believer in that anything worth while does not come easy so, the challenge of a long distance relationship lines up with this philosophy for life.   By choosing to look at this time of separation as a training ground, and an opportunity to earn our stripes, we are able to figuring each other out from a new perspective,  however unwanted it is.  

   
   
2. 2. 

   the full length of a race.

   
   

   A relationship is a bit like a race, dating is training it is figuring if you have it in you to run a "marathon" with this person, it is an challenge but also is preparation for the real deal.   Once the race begins on that big day its about team work, support, encouragement and choosing to not give up on each other.   

   This distance I currently find myself is preparation, and fully relatable to the real meal deal.  
   

   
   

verb

1. 1. 

   make (someone or something) far off or remote in position or nature.

   The struggle with a long distance relationship  is trying to find that closeness despite the daunting separation.   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   Moral of the story is long distance sucks.  It isn't fun being apart from your best friend.  But there is merit in it, the challenge will strengthen the relationship and the time spent a part will establish endurance.  

   
   
   So go team!  

   
   

   
   

summer thoughts

MY FAVORITE KIND OF WEATHER IS WHEN THE SUN SHINE AND YET SOMEHOW THE SKY OPENS UP TO ALLOW RAIN TO FALL AND QUENCH THE THIRSTY DESERT GROUND. IN THE OKANAGAN THIS IS A REGULAR OCCURRENCE.  THE BEAUTY IN THOSE MOMENTS IS THE DICHOTOMY OF IT ALL, THE CONTRAST AND ALMOST IRONY THAT I CAN FEEL THE RAIN AND SUNSHINE AT THE SAME TIME.   

fall

They rushed around in dizzying patterns dressed in their fall colours.   Chasing one another as if in a game of tag relentlessly they raced.  While others twirled and danced in swirling circles, the festive outdoor display echoed the call of changing seasons.  The invisible force turned and manoeuvred them, forcing the fallen to move to and fro.

Thanksgiving.

There is rhythmic drumbeat of rain drops falling from the sky, hitting branches and soggy leaves that dampen the sound. Cars crescendo and pass slowly in the background creating the composition of a lazy sunday.  Today is a wet grey day, and even the air feels damp and heavy.    I look out my window and see an array of shades of green and question if it could really be thanksgiving long weekend in Winnipeg.  

 I am far away from the people I love, there are provinces that separate us.   I find that this particular holiday inflicts a strange sort of pain in my heart.   Previous thanksgivings we would find our selves in our secluded cabin, where we congregated around a fire or the living room and life would happen together.  For four days we were forced to revisit traditions of the past, like talking to one another and forgetting that technology has weaselled its way in to wreck havoc on communication.  Now as my heart is torn over two provinces, it aches to be with my love and my family.  

Distance does make the heart grow fonder, but it can also play tricks on it as well, heightening the challenge of the situation.   I am thankful for a challenge that can strengthen and refine.   I am thankful to have someone I can be challenged with, and a family that loves and supports me.