Visiting small towns in Manitoba is a great way to spend our weekend as a family. It’s like a treasure hunt: we never know what treasure we are going to find unless we set foot to explore in the place we’ve never been before. A few weeks ago, my family and I went to visit the town of Emerson. It was much smaller than I expected, and we hardly saw anyone walking on this sunny Saturday of Spring. The town, however, reminded us of the town of Ladysmith, BC which was small enough to explore in one day. We also went for a hike on the Trans Canada Trail along Roseau River. The rapids were loud and beautiful. Although we couldn’t find Swinging Bridge, which was the reason we went there, we thoroughly enjoyed the walk, being soaked in the healing energy from the sun. One particular scene captured my attention. Not yet melted ice, dead leaves, and green grass and water mirroring the sun altogether created a unique image. (Perhaps only in Manitoba) I saw four seasons in one image at the same time. I was reminded of how everything is interconnected and interdependent. We can’t take only our favorite season while ignoring our least favorable season. For they coexist always naturally and miraculously. It’s like Ubuntu, ‘I am what I am because of who we all are.’ Perhaps, for some of us, it feels like the promise of spring or new life hasn’t arrived yet. But hang in there. Even if we can’t see the result we desperately hope to see now, perhaps it’s already there in our waiting and searching, just like the four seasons in one image.