Last March, while trying to decide if I was going to walk to Owen Sound, I came home one day after walking the dog to discover this U-Haul truck parked in front of our house, literally in front of our house, with the woman’s eyes staring at the front door. I yelled out loud, “I hear you, I hear you” acknowledging the spirits that wanted me to walk to Ontario.
Maybe I was supposed to walk the Josiah Henson Museum last summer and I misunderstood the Spirit’s message. I’m happy I walked to both places because they each have different meanings to me.


