Listen ~ 10 minutes ![]() I almost didn't go. I had just returned home, taken off my shoes and jacket. While putting away bits of food I looked out the window. The sky didn't look that interesting at that moment. There were few clouds, no colour, the sun was still fairly high. And I thought that I would simply leave it for today. I could sit and maybe relax, turn on the fire, check messages since I've been out all day. Yet as I sat down something kept .... poking at me really .... I think it was my head that said stay home but something else knew better. Ultimately I went back into the kitchen and wondered .... Deciding ultimately to go put my boots back on, put on a jacket, grab my camera. Checking the time of sunset it seemed like there was just a good enough amount of time to walk down towards the water and reach there in enough time to see what was going on. Part of my resistance, to be honest, was that It seems as if, in the past 2 years, I have photographed from that same spot over and over and over. I have literally hundreds of photographs of the setting sun. What more could it say to me, I wondered. Knowing that of those hundreds of photographs that exist they are all different, that's why I keep taking them. Wandering through the park I noticed that there were flowers starting to bloom. I stopped and took some photos of early Tulips, little tiny ones. And wandered closer and closer to the edge of the water .... With that sense in mind of not just continuing to take the same photograph again and again I used a slightly different route ending up a little bit more south than I normally am. It's not an ideal place to walk in this day and age, a little bit too close to the American border, but I walked over towards the shore along that route. And there noticed in the lawn, the tiniest most beautiful little Daisies. The Sun had dropped so the angle was starting to create a golden yellow light. The Universe knew, knew better than I did, why the notion that going to the same spot would render the same result was wrong. Because everything continually keeps moving. Seasons move, the Sun moves. This is the beauty of the Earth. And I know this. I know that it is for me to see what is there today, what is there now, in this moment. How can elements align to create beauty right now .... ? It's an interesting perspective to see the world eye level to those Daisies, these miniature Daisies centimeters high .... Without the camera I wouldn't have done that. The camera invites me to see from different angles, to see in different ways. Even things that are present so often that in most times we walk right by them .... .... It was a beautiful quiet moment. Sacred. To see the Sun setting while the flowers grow. Their faces turned towards the light and the small amount of warmth that comes from the February Sun .... At a certain spot it's as if the dipping becomes faster .... And at the same time the movement seems almost imperceptible until you notice the horizon and the Sun have connected .... This is my signal that it's time to go because the park will be closing. Before I go I walk north a little bit towards my usual spot before heading back home and notice that indeed there are no Daisies growing there .... .... ~
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There is a path that winds along the shore of Mud Bay from South Surrey to Tsawwassen. It's a goodly stroll for somebody just out for a casual walk although not a challenging one. It's a fairly flat path, well kept. Many people walk and cycle on it. Last Sunday afternoon it was sunny and warm for February and relative to how the weather has been so grey and foggy and rainy. I and many other people had the same idea to walk along that path. When I arrived there the parking lot was full to overflowing .... Walking there just observing the families, the couples, people walking their dogs, I was struck by this notion of how our paths cross those of other peoples. How our lives touch, in small ways for sure, but somehow touch. It could be a shared moment like enjoying a sunny afternoon. But there was something about meeting people's eyes, nodding heads as you walk past each other going opposite directions, acknowledging someone in that small way. Sharing a moment just for the moment. It makes me thoughtful about all the ways our lives touch each other, the way they intertwine. That's not always in ways that elicit that sense of wonder that I was feeling on that sunny afternoon walking on the shores of Mud Bay. Sometimes that is people whose cries out into the world touch us or challenge us. Sometimes it is the person in the grocery store who can tell you that that produce, that plant that you were not able to identify is lemongrass and that it's used as seasoning but you don't eat it, you chop it up and pound a bit just to allow the flavors to release .... ![]() I wonder how we allow ourselves, or don't, to flavor each other's lives in our crossing with each other. Sometimes the unexpected is the thing that brings out the delightful essence. It's the touch of sugar that brings out the spice .... Sometimes the flavour doesn't sit well with us at all .... Our lives are intertwined, our paths do cross. How will I be with that? I wonder, if that spice that doesn't sit well with me in one dish might bring something to a different situation. I wonder if I were to sit down in conversation with it, with the person who is offering it, whether I would find out something unexpected .... I have never walked that path along Mud Bay all the way from South Surrey to Tsawwassen. It seems like the kind of path that you would want to have a car at each end if you were walking it unless you had a full day to spend .... Most of my time there I spent simply watching. Watching the people go by. Watching the scenes emerge. Noticing the Pussy Willows opening, the first signs of Spring mixed amongst the brown leaves still hanging from Autumn and Winter .... All lives intertwine somehow. And seasons come, Winter passes. People pass us. I guess my hope for myself is that I don't simply let those moments go by unacknowledged, if only to myself. If I can I might meet someone's eye and just acknowledge that we're sharing this moment of sunlight. That I appreciate the joy their dog is showing on that walk. That I noticed the anguish of their tears without interfering with them. That I can celebrate the joy of their engagement as the photographer takes their picture. But it is I who am moved by this, I have no expectation that the other person has the same reaction. I'm simply enfolding it into who I am now hoping that it doesn't simply disappear, but in some small way becomes part of the fabric of my being .... ~
Twice each week I hold On-line Healing Circles centred on evocative and deeply healing guided meditations. Join me Monday mornings at 9 a.m. and Thursday evenings at 7 p.m. pacific. Learn more at the Good Vibrations: the Energy of Resilience facebook page, check out the Healing link on this site or drop me a note by e-mail. I always love to hear from you. Listen ~ 4 1/2 minutes Through the open window I listen to the cadence And crackle of the rain falling from eaves onto the ground It reminds me of the campfire, the same song somehow Created by an opposite. Of water gathering and falling Of wood, a flame rising upwards, reaching, releasing .... I feel this sound settle in my body .... .... It's a comfort Reminding me of carefree moments, of joyful abandon I guess the way good music makes me feel when I can sing It, feel it vibrating through the guitar at rest against my body .... There is a freshness associated with both the sound of the falling Rain and the campfire. It draws me out of these walls to open air .... Behind both sounds I can hear the geese call, the wind ripple Strange how that works that water pouring down and fire reaching Up can create in me that same draw to aliveness, energy, connection. (Huh!) And so I close my eyes, feeling the cool air from the open window, and listen .... ~
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