As I mentally prepare myself to leave this little island for the second time in three months, I am reminded of a song that my father sang to me as a young girl. His deep baritone voice washed away my cares from the day, and lulled me to sleep in just minutes.
The song, Isle of Newfoundland, sung here by Roy Payne, can be listened to by clicking the link, and you can read along to the lyrics below. (blog post continues after)
In the cold Canadian waters north from the coast of Maine
There’s an island called Newfoundland swept by snow wind and rain
On the island there’s a village with its customs and its ways
The little town of Carmanville my home of childhood days
Those childhood days were something carefree all the time
There’s a girl in every story and you know there’s one in mine
She broke my heart so often and it stays a little sore
That’s the reason I left home and can’t go back no more
Where the people make a living on the land and on the sea
There are people on the island that mean the world to me
I wish I had the power to change the course of time
And live again in Newfoundland my home of childhood times
I’d like to watch the fishing boats as they sail across the bay
To see again the farmers sow his seeds and cut the hay
Well this island has no strangers cause everybody is your friend
This little isle called Newfoundland oh I’d sure love to see it again
To live again in Newfoundland my home of childhood times
Since arriving here on Friday morning, I have felt that my departure date has been looming over my head (I even extended my flight by four days). So why must I leave? Because my journey to health begins in Ontario, and, while it shatters my heart to leave my family, my friends, and a great love, I know that to be the best version of myself, I have to step forward into the unknown.
So – here’s to Newfoundland, and my next few days enjoying everything it has to offer. And to everyone else taking their steps into the unknown, I will leave you with a Newfoundland blessing:
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
Long may your big jib draw.