“Come to the Edge.”
“We Can’t. We are afraid.”
“Come to the Edge.”
“We can’t. We will fall.”
“Come to the Edge”
And they came. And they were pushed.
And they flew
The Story of the Edge: Part 1
“How did this all begin?” It is a long story that we tell in part, to some, and in full to others who have the time and the interest when visiting our Algonquin Park home. We tell this story, in the hope that it will inspire others to follow their bliss, their dreams, and their heart.
Martha and Todd Lucier first came to Algonquin Park together on their honeymoon, in 1982. Living in Windsor, Ontario all of our lives we respected the magnificence and beauty of this place, and felt the immediate depth of nature’s touch. At the time, we didn’t know that we would one day call Algonquin Park our home.
“In 1995, we visited Algonquin Park once again while participating on an Outdoor Recreation program for 9 days, with the University of Windsor. We left our 2-year-old twin daughters, for the first time. I remember crying on the entire 7-hour bus ride, feeling the pain of a mother separating for the first time from her children. I felt ripped, torn and shred, as we hugged and kissed them before boarding our bus to Algonquin Park.
I didn’t know at the time, that the grief I was feeling was more about myself stepping out of my defined role as mother, daughter, sister, and wife. I was not only leaving behind my children, but the definition of who I was.
The trip was very challenging, and strenuous, and with time I let go of thoughts of my children, and allowed nature to embrace me. I learned a variety of new skills, and challenged myself to push through the challenges of the Algonquin Park canoe trip, I didn’t think I could accomplish. I somehow knew that ahead of me, I would be presented with many challenges in the way of fulfilling my dream. The trip for me opened my eyes to what I had to offer the world. I retouched who I was at my very core. For the first time in many years I had the opportunity to just be “me”. This was the beginning of returning to myself, and the divinity within me.
I continued throughout my education, to participate as a leader on the annual outdoor recreation program canoe trip in Algonquin Park, strengthening my skills as an outdoor leader. My studies at the University of Windsor faculty of Human Kinetics also kindled my interests in leadership, community, healing, and the environment. Upon graduation, I entered the faculty of education and knew that I would be an outdoor educator. Shortly after graduating, my son was born. While raising our family at home I started reading. I was very intrigued by books bridging education, nature and spirituality.
In the fall of 1992, returning from an Outdoor Recreation program, in Algonquin Park, my co-leaders and I began dreaming of having a place of our own to bring students to, to connect them with nature. Todd and I began the process of looking for a cottage at Algonquin Park. I started calling real estate agencies around the park, and stated clearly what we were looking for: “property with easy access to the park, a log cabin on 4-5 acres, with no electricity and preferably on Lake Kawawaymog” (the lake that we frequently visited to go into the park). The real estate agents were not very encouraging. This type of property is rarely available on the market as they tend to be handed down through generations. However, I held the intention of what we were looking for, and trusted that if it were meant to be, it would happen.
In March of 1993, I was invited to attend a drumming circle. At the circle, I was taught shamanic journeying. I was introduced to a whole world. Afterwards I immersed myself in many programs, and books about shamanism. Later I would become very involved in the Foundation for Shamanic Studies, founded by Dr. Michael Harner (www.shamanism.org). I found out later, from my teacher Michael Harner, that “if you don’t want your life to change, don’t learn how to journey!” I hadn’t been told that, when I went to that drumming circle, on that balmy March evening, but my life soon shifted dramatically.
In May of that same year, I decided to partake in a women’s weekend, to help me remove whatever blocks were preventing me from taking steps to fulfilling my dream of creating an outdoor education center. The weekend was called the “Women Within” (www.womanwithin.org)and for me it was an initiation into being a woman, and healing childhood wounds that kept me relating as a child, rather than as an adult. At age 30, the most significant block that I perceived was the control I felt my father had over me. Psychologically I removed this block, however this meant that I had work to do on my relationship with my father. The experience was very profound, as I physically removed the blocks in my mind that kept me from stepping into my power as a woman.
The next month, I received a phone call from Chris Hundley, a real estate agent in the South River, who remembered my request from the previous summer. It was Chris’ first day working in his new office, and a couple walked into the office, saying they wished to sell their cottage. They had inherited a cottage in the Laurentians, and saw no need for 2 cottages. When Chris called, he said that the couple was interested in selling “a log cabin on four acres, with no electricity, on Lake Kawawaymog”. If we wanted to see it, we had better come quickly, as it would definitely sell fast. The next day, Todd finished his teaching year, and we drove seven hours to see “the cottage”. We brought our son Tim with us, who was only 20 months old at the time. It was also our 11th anniversary. When we followed the real estate agent to the familiar lake my heart was pounding. Upon entering the driveway, when we knew this was the place. We found out that the couple had another prospective buyer, and were deciding what they wanted to do. It was very obvious that this place was special to them, and that they wanted to make sure that whom ever they sold it to, loved the place as dearly as they did. Seeing that we had a young family, and that we had dreams similar to theirs, they sold the cottage to us. I knew this was right for us, because of how easy it was. Somehow, I knew that Spirit directed us here.
That summer, in 1993, we hosted our first Algonquin Park group stay: The University of Windsor Outdoor Recreation program. With close to 50 people including leaders and students planning, learning together before heading into Algonquin Park for a canoe trip, we did what we needed to do to make their stay comfortable, safe and rewarding. We cleared areas for tents that would eventually become locations for our canvas cabins. We were beginning to learn how to host guests at our summer home. That summer along with our good friends, we attended a Tom Brown Jr. Standard Survival Course in New Jersey, where we learned about basic survival: shelter building, fire building, gathering water, and plant identification. We also were very touched by the intensity of the teacher, as he struggled to do what he knew his mission was, in order to save us all from our own demise. I came to appreciate the delicate balance of nature, and our role in helping to educate people to ensure we leave the planet in a healthy life-nurturing condition our children and grandchildren.
I had a dream during this time, that a car came speeding towards me with headlights shining, and stopped just short of hitting me. The license plate read “6-9-95 DEATH”. I awoke from the dream sweating and shaking with fear. What does that mean? At this point I knew that this was what some shamans would call a BIG dream, and that I was to pay attention to it.
As June 9th approached, I was crippled with fear of what might happen. My family went about their usual business, while I wondered who or what might die that day. The day came and went with nothing out of the ordinary.
That summer I lead my first canoe trip for women into the park. It was a wonderful trip, however very hot, and I suffered from a mild case of heat stroke. Upon returning, I was not feeling well enough to co-lead the outdoor recreation program at the end of the summer, so my husband Todd stepped in to take my place, while I brought our children back to Windsor to get ready for school.
“Helping lead the University of Windsor Outdoor Recreation trip I had an experience that changed something inside of me. There were four different campsites set up for the weeklong trip and after the final gathering of the entire group, we returned to our campsites. My campers expressed an eagerness to sneak out of the park under cover of darkness and return by canoe and portage 22 km in the deep darkness of the night. We waited for the other nearby campers to go to bed before packing up our camp in near silence. We swept the site clean with our flashlights being certain we were leaving nothing behind. We loaded the canoes, and paddled silently into the night. Navigating by following the tree-line, and listening to the rapids to locate portages, giving directions by pointing to constellations, and providing visual cues by shining flashlights on our paddles on the fog covered lakes and portaging under the light of our headlamps, the trip was exhilarating. Once back to Kawawaymog Lake the sun had risen and half the lake was shrouded in fog. We were tired, but inspired. We were almost home. After paddling to within a few hundred metres of shore we paddled headlong and powerfully into the fog. After many minutes we stopped to notice we were no longer headed to shore, but our compass indicated we had turned 180 degrees and were paddling in direction we had been traveling from! Nevertheless, we soon were resting on shore.
The next day, Labour Day, we packed up the bus to head to Windsor. I was excited to return to teaching again for my ninth year. Some of my favourite courses were offered in the fall, including a local course I had designed had enabled me to take students beyond the walls on field trips. Not this year. The first day of school my principal introduced my new teaching schedule. I was given a mix of new subjects and my favourite courses were given to another teacher. Not one of my new classrooms even had a window. My new office had a small window but because the school had been recently renovated, there was a new brick wall I could reach out and touch through the window opening. One of my teaching partners greeted me with the story of her fathers’ recent death. I was disheartened to learn that she had lost her father over the summer. He had recently retired just weeks before. Through tearing eyes she confided in me, “You know Todd, he never did what he really, really wanted to do.”
By the end of the first class, I knew I wouldn’t last the year teaching. By lunch I knew I wouldn’t last the semester, and by the end of the day, I knew I was almost certainly near the end of my teaching career. When I came home the words came tumbling forth without control. “It’s time to make a change. I am done teaching.”
I went to my room and sobbed. Martha comforted me and reminded me of her dream. She was not surprised. The date was September 6, 1995 (the other 6/9/95 from her dream).
As I sat down to type my resignation letter and saw the date on my computer (yes, we had computers back then) I realized it was the beginning of a new life at The Edge.
Shortly after I returned from handing in my resignation letter, sitting in a stupor and wondering what I had done, who happened to drop by, but Martha’s father. Oh, no, what will we say? How do we explain??”
My father sat with us, and said simply that he understood how it felt when you are not where you need to be. He said just to let him know how he could help, and he would do the best he could. Well, that’s not what I expected him to say, and I felt supported to continue on. However, had I really known the depth of his commitment to us, I wouldn’t have chosen to continue following my dream. Northern Edge Algonquin was incorporated in October 1995. Our mission was born shortly afterwards: to provide experiences in nature that help us rediscover ourselves, empower one another, and heal our connection to the earth. Little did we know, we were setting ourselves up for quite an adventure.
When people come to the Edge, our Algonquin Park home they look around them and see beautiful architectural creations, made of wood and stone. Flowers delicately planted, and paths groomed meticulously through the forest. The support of many friends and family and the handiwork of dozens and dozens of team members over the years continue to create this healing place.
I continued to struggle in my relationship with my father, as I tried to find a common language to speak with him. In February of 1996 I attended an advanced shamanism program in California. During this time, I had another BIG dream, in which my grandmother, my father’s deceased mother, came. She was relentless with a message that I must start to work with my father, as there was not much time left.
In June of 1996, my father had an operation on his aorta. He was very frightened to have this operation, and I offered to do some shamanic journeying on his behalf, if he found this helpful. This was the doorway that I was looking for. He was very open to this idea, and so I journeyed every 10 minutes, while he was being operated on. The most significant part of this journey was a question that I was to ask my father, which was “Dad, how is your life going to be different after this operation?” In my journey, my dad answered the question by saying he was going to do more “daddy time”. He was going to play more, dance more, go for walks in the forest, and play with the grandchildren more. He was going to go for more boat rides, and fish more. He was going to enjoy life more fully. I went to the hospital when I knew he was out of surgery. I sat next to his bed. When he awoke he reached over to the nurse and said “Hey, don’t take life so seriously”, then he looked directly at me, and said verbatim, what he had told me in my journey. I knew something shifted in him, and my family also noticed a big change.
In August of 1996, my mother and father came to visit us at the Edge. We had just created a pathway up the hill. It took us the entire summer to clear the trail. On the day of their departure, my father walked up the pathway, and back down, and when his foot hit the last step, we heard a crash in the forest. We all came running to see that the old tree, we called the Indian Head Tree, for it’s lovely profile, had fallen right along side the path. The curvature of the tree matched that of the path, which was very strange. When my parents’ visit ended, I felt a deep, deep sadness. I journeyed to ask my teachers why I felt such sadness. My teachers said that the tree had sacrificed itself for our mission at the Edge, and so too had my father. Reflecting back, I now know that at some level my father was making a deal, when he went on that little walk. Exactly one year later, my father was diagnosed with Leukemia.
In August, 1997 I lead my first shamanic canoe trip into Algonquin Park. I knew going into this trip that my father was ill, but did not know the diagnosis. Before going on the trip I was instructed by my teachers in non-ordinary reality, to do a dance to the full moon when the time was right. The moment presented itself as the full moon lay upon the lake. The air was cool, with warm breezes, and I disrobed and walked into the path of the moonlit water out into the lake. I howled at the moon, and a loon echoed a response. I knew somehow that this moment was preparing me for what was ahead. In the morning we got up very early to prepare to break camp. As we quietly sipped our coffee we heard a bone chilling howl coming from the direction that I had howled to the previous night. It was a wolf. This was a new power animal that had appeared to me in my journeys. Upon returning from the canoe trip, I found out the news and went immediately back to Windsor with my shamanic tools at hand.
I journeyed for my father, and worked intimately with him. I retrieved lost power animals, and soul parts for him. He embraced my work, and said to me that I hit the nail right on the head. The work I was doing with him was helping him resolve some of his issues before he passed. However, what I didn’t realize at the time was that the healing work he was doing was also helping his ancestors as well as his descendants. He was healing generations of shame, and so too was I. His diagnosis was that he would live from 3 weeks to 3 months, so we didn’t have much time.
I always journeyed to ask what was needed before I went to see him. On one occasion, my grandmother came to see me again, this time in a journey. She asked me to bring with me the wedding rings I had, that belonged to my grandparents. She said they would be transformed. I brought them with me, and went to London, Ontario where my father was being treated.
That night we celebrated my parents 44th wedding anniversary, toasting their love for one another, on that cold January night. The next morning it was apparent that my father would be passing soon. My younger sister then announced that she would be getting married, on that day, as she wanted her father to give her away at her wedding. She had already planned on being married, but it wasn’t’ for another 4 months. So, my other sister brought the champagne, one brother brought a video camera, while the other brother, a florist put together a bouquet, and I brought the rings. We had the wedding there in the hospital room, with my dad semi conscious of what was happening. I saw him mouthing the “Our Father”, knowing he was doing his last duty, of giving away his youngest daughter. The wedding rings were indeed transformed, as ancestral wounds were being healed. The rings signified new beginnings for our whole family.
The next day I journeyed once again, every ten minutes. I saw my grandmother, and father in an argument. My father was speaking Hungarian, which he doesn’t do, unless he is speaking to someone else. They were reconciling their differences. I then saw my grandmother embracing my father, as an infant. Then the party began, with all of the relatives, who have passed. Then the time came that they left through a door. I walked my dad through the door, to his boat, which was waiting for him. He told me that I could not go with him any further, and that it takes a while to get the boat ready for a voyage. So, I left him, and kissed his cheek, and went to my hotel room. I went back to the boat, in my journey and asked him all sorts of questions, regarding his requests for his funeral. He finally did something magical to make me go to sleep and I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing, with a message that my father had passed.
Trust the Process.
With the passing of my father, a door of opportunity for healing was opened to us. Each of my family members went through a period of growth and change. We took inventory of our hearts, and took necessary steps to walk with integrity, discarding what no longer fit, and embracing our new lives. If it were not for the financial help of my mother and father, the Edge would cease to exist. I am very grateful for their assistance, although many times I wish I had my physical father here to ask for advice. I do know he is very present here, helping where he can, as he said he would.
The Edge continues to evolve, as we continue to grow into ourselves. There is so much more to share, about each person who has played a part here. Somehow, the thought that this project was pre-planned before arriving here on earth has kept me going. May you, whoever you are, continue to walk your walk, and follow what is in your heart, as we are all connected.