I watched the morning sky as the moon devoured the sun in eclipsed totality, watched the night sky as the shooting stars streaked across the Milky Way, and in-between there was the high-pitched laughter of loons and the throaty chuckle of Ravens on a long stretch of empty beach. After another set of miscommunications and unwanted hassles, we changed direction and ended up for many hours reading, talking tarot, and unwinding on one of our favorite Canadian beaches.