After a snow storm, when the sun comes out bright and the mountains beckon for a walk, put on: long underwear, heavy socks, hand knit hat, neck warmer and mittens. Pull on a parka. Immediately have to use the bathroom.
Botanie Rock from the bridge over the Thompson, where it meets the Fraser. A stunning morning here.
Sunshine just told me that Oon means “wool” in Hindi. Seems a suitable name for this little sweet faced toy from the gift exchange at the spinning retreat.
Desert Mesa Spinning retreat in Cache Creek was great fun. Lots of congenial company, knowledgeable spinners, and laughter. Bill did a minor adjustment to my wheel. (He gave it an experienced “whack” and corrected something that has been a bother for months. Bless him!) Participants from all over the province, a very supportive atmosphere. Spring and fall events to anticipate. Rural life is proving very interesting indeed.
Barb sent this the other day. (Cross posted on Facebook so some repetition) The sentiment is appreciated.
The Wings of Daylight
Brightness appears showing us everything
it reveals the splendors it calls everything
but shows it to each of us alone
and only once and only to look at
not to touch or hold in our shadows
what we see is never what we touch
what we take turns out to be something else
what we see that one time departs untouched
while other shadows gather around us
the world’s shadows mingle with our own
we had forgotten them but they know us
they remember us as we always were
they were at home here before the first came
everything will leave us except the shadows
but the shadows carry the whole story
at first daybreak they open their long wings
William Stanley Merwin
From a recent hike. The poem, just because I rather like it.
Fierce gratitude for all that was.
It could have been a better photo. I didn’t pause to think about putting it up on the blog, just thought it was interesting when I went for a short hike in the park in the Fraser Canyon. Its spring walking, the ground is pretty mushy and there is a fair bit of snow left, so it wasn’t what one could call a real hike. A good hour and a bit of exploring before heading down and meeting a good friend in the Lytton Hotel for a deep fried lunch.
These signs gladden the heart of a walker. Good old brown trail signs, typical of BC Parks. This should prove to be a good spring and summer to explore.
Just past the turn around point. Wet feet, oh well. Better prepared next time.
Painted by Sunshine, happily gives joy every time I look over at it.
Did you know that Bob Ross is on Netflix? Inspiring a whole new generation with soothing words and that great smile of his…moving me to a totally un-ironic thank you!! (I watched this guy as a kid, a lot of us did…)
Creativity can be such a source of happiness, wherever it comes from, and this painting of Sunshine’s will head out to a wee house to remind me what is important in the big scheme of things.
Here’s to much creativity, and peace in the upcoming year.
Do not fear.
The garden is yours
And it is yours to gather the fruits
And every flower of every kind,
And to set the high wall about it
And the closed gates.
The gates of your wall no hand shall open,
No feet shall pass,
Through all the days until your return.
Do not fear.
Soon let it be, your coming!
For the pathways will grow desolate waiting,
The flowers say, “Our loveliness has no eyes to behold it!”
The leaves murmur all day with longing,
All night the boughs of the trees sway themselves with longing…
O Master of the Garden,
O my sun and rain and dew,
(this is in the public domain from poets.org which sends a new poem every day. Some get deleted, some not.)
View of Lytton from across the river.
This post is dedicated to Joey, a ferociously loving dog who left his body behind this morning. And to his devoted companion who cared deeply for him.