“It’s hard to be more perfect than right now,” says Steve as we sit on his beautiful deck overlooking a garden that flows right down the bank to the river.
He’s right. A beautiful summer’s day spent with new friends, eating homemade bagels with cream cheese and lox – because you can’t get good ones in town – shopping at the Saturday market and finding real sun gloves at the fishing store and a $7 dress at the hospice shop, discussing everything under the sun from politics to religion to family and travel, resupplying for the next week in the mountains, and having a nutrient rich dinner of lamb and coleslaw topped off with cow-to-cone ice cream, a local favorite along with a Nelson ginger scrumpy.
Maggie tells me I’m a wizened woman, though I feel vulnerable meeting acquaintances at the jazz club who ask twenty questions about who I am and why I’m here. I show a steely resolve but inside, I want them to be the ones to tell me why I’m here.
Steve and Maggie get me back on track and we make plans for a side trip to Abel Tasman tomorrow.
Again, I feel an overflowing abundance in the good fortune to come across such awesome people who I have the privilege to call friends. I’ll return soon to the trail, but in this moment I’m pausing in a lovely place with lovely people to reset and recalibrate.
And it’s just right.