Point Pleasant Park in Recovery Mode

When I used to come to Halifax as a tourist and visit Reg's family, we would go to Point Pleasant Park. It was impressively dark and dense with fantastically tall and ancient trees. Barely any sunlight used to penetrate the paths but as you can see, Hurricane Juan changed everything.



I have been here three and a half years now and this was the first time I let myself in the park. Reg and I would drive down and look at it and just want to cry. Then drive away.

So much of the park was torn into pieces when the hurricane touched down smack into the park off the ocean at full speed. But today there are signs of recovery.



After having a late lunch at Darrell's last weekend we went for a walk along one of the paths with Mike and Jen. For me there is nothing better than going for a long walk after a great meal. I love moving when I can and it has finally gotten warm and sunny here. I am starting to feel free for the first time in nine months.



The views in Point Pleasant Park along the water are stunning. Oh to be rich and live in Halifax and have a boat!



It must be amazing in some ways to live closer to downtown. To be able to go for regular hikes in the park... You are lucky people. I have no parks where I live. Only ugly graveyards.



History-rich Halifax stands strong and undisturbed. The trees are who paid the price.



The black rocks and working ports show the tough-edge of this urban landscape.



I feel like I have gone through my own numerous hurricanes since I moved here. I know that they have left me hardened, bitter and so very sore. I have to drink in the sunshine while it is here to help me brave my fourth winter that is looming ahead of me.

I hope living here doesn't change my inner landscape too much. That I can heal and, eventually, return to who I really am.