We all have our own reasons for travelling. We might just have to get somewhere to take care of something. We may have a need to explore unfamiliar places, to get that adrenalin rush of dealing with the unfamiliar. For me , it was a need to touch something I already felt a kinship with, but had never truly experienced. So I made that jump into that unknown but welcoming comfort zone of Nova Scotia, a place that just felt right to me.
Moving through Nova Scotia, I entered the Cabot Trail, a place of heart-stopping ocean views, kind people, the thrilling twists and turns of cliffs, and a connection to Canada's mysterious coast that I had never imagined. I didn't know how I could ever re-capture this life-changing feeling.
Coming to the conclusion of my journey around the Cape Breton coast, I saw a small, attractive shop called Arts North, and nearly went by, thinking I should keep on moving. But I stopped, and going inside the quiet, welcoming building, saw my memories of the Cabot Trail becoming something I could finally hold on to. The gently-crafted pottery that gives life to water, sand, and the life below; the soft and warmly woven fabrics that felt filled with energy; the understated, ocean-evoking jewelry, all made by the Scota-inspited artists of the area. I wanted to give this magic to my children... if not right now, then in the future. These Cape Breton-crafted jewels can make a traveler glad they have known the joy of seeing Cape Breton, pay tribute to her artists, and yearn to go back. I know I do.