The kind woman who made it possible for me to stay on Cortes Island left some twigs of Cherry Blossom in a vase. She said, ‘I hope they bloom by the time you leave’. They have as you can see. And the sun shafts in the windows of the house by the beach while I pack to return to Victoria via Gabriola Island.
Rev. Alicia is on the move too. 24 years ago she came to Throssel to be a monk. I admire the Reverends up-beat optimism conveyed in this post. I’m glad you became a monk and glad to be part of your journeying onwards.
Good fortune to all on this lovely day as I look out on Desolation Sound. So named by a George Vancouver. Reflecting on his sailing through these waters, “there was not a single prospect that was pleasing to the eye”. One sea sick sailor I’ll be bound! Just shows you how the body influences ones outlook on life don’t it! Oh and how the condition of ones body can impact ones outlook too. So easy to miss in the rush to go places and do stuff.
Too true: desolation is both in the eye and mind of the beholder. There can be more desolation in the sound of the world than is evident on a sun struck day in the Sound itself if one sees it that way. Loved the post, most timely, thanks. Gerry
Glad the post was timely. Nail yourself to your keyboard for the next little while, please!
Love the photo.
Photo came out well. It’s the ‘snaps’ that work the best it would seem.