We paddled 175km over nine days in northern Saskatchewan, sharing food, laughter, mosquitoes, and tons of fun with friends to inspire the following poem 🙂
I wait on a beach in Northern Saskatchewan
for aurora borealis to arrive.
My friends, modern nomads, tuck in
to yellow, blue, orange and green domes.
Sandstone hills and evergreen trees rise
above marshy grass.
Beneath a still surface
river current slides north toward Arctic,
mirror images of its shoreline
reaching for heaven.
Night hawks shoot skyward
wings bugling a haunting tune.
mosquitoes attack my ears
the world settles into a bedtime routine.
I think about waking up the others
with bear bangers on the beach.
The road winds into the distance
rocks, roots, puddles and mud
draw them higher.
Each step one closer to the lodge
built years ago by others
who passed beneath more youthful trees.
Trees that now bend and sway
creak and groan as they lean
to hear conversation below,
chatter to ease the monotony
of the upward stretch.
Clouds twist and tumble
tease with grey and blues swirls,
jackets on and off
in rhythm with their play.
Each stride squashes every day worry.
Layers of adult responsibility shed
as boots splash and smiles spread.
Friends greet each other,
prairie dogs happy to ascend to the alpine,
to explore new territory.
Covered in mud they giggle,
children who play in the rain
because they can.
sparkle among starlit skies
rise along moonbeams
trace a path of hope
from your lips to my heart
I want to wish you all the best of the holiday season. I am grateful for the inspiration I have received from reading many of your posts and I am grateful for the encouraging comments many of you have chosen to send to me.
I will be away until January 8th for a fabulous trip to Antarctica. I plan to share photos and thoughts about the trip when I return!
Merry Christmas Everyone
May 2016 be more than Amazing 🙂
This is a departure from what I usually post.
I was tagged by Jessica Edouard,(thank-you!) https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/74109810/
to write a post for the Spread The Love Challenge, which began Valentine’s Day.
The rules are thus: Write 10 four word sentences about love, share your favorite quote or poem filled with love, and then nominate 10 more bloggers to spread more love.
So here goes:
10 four word sentences about love:
(1) Love willingly accepts compromise.
(2) Sad souls love chocolate.
(3) Red hearts signal love.
(4) Beautiful sunsets seek love.
(5) Puppy-dog tails wag love.
(6) Welcoming smiles shine love.
(7) Love surrounds two together.
(8) Love bubbles with joy.
(9) Love’s gentle touch soothes.
(10) Love kisses skinned knees.
My current favorite love quote is:
“The way to love anything is to realize it might be lost.” – G.K. Chesterton
She startled the afternoon when she strode purposefully into the quiet room.
Flaming red hair, harbinger of her lively essence, tucked casually under a black
wool tuque, low ponytail forgotten. The bright blaze down her back begged
indifference but the exceptional color could not escape notice.
Camouflage pants spilled into bright orange boots, oozing with youthful confidence.
She approached with laidback ease.
Her white teeth, one near the front slightly overlapping another,
satisfied her broad smile.
Loud boisterous laughter rolled from her lips, smacked with a mischievous air.
Her lighthearted presence filled the room.
And I saw what others could not.
Youth choosing life. While her cells waged a battle of their own deep inside,
one destroying another.
Music plays quietly
delicate notes of joy and love
Heartwarming tears of gratitude
offered while on knees of the moment
Beauty and compassion
shared in a circle of safety
stories of hardship and pain
stories of hopes and desires
enveloped in a halo of acceptance
Dream catchers woven
in a time of listening
exposed and vulnerable
gathered in hands of friendship
braided as one
no longer frayed
strengthened by unity
now a beautiful tapestry
as each thread is touched,
a divine chorus
a privileged instant
in two and threes
slowly arriving for a weekend
of relaxation and rejuvenation
The excuse was to play cards
learn more strategy
become better players
A tradition started long ago
escape the hustle and worry
of everyday life
Duty and guilt
always make their appearance
Pipe up with reasons
why this time away
is self indulgent
a decadent treat to self
family suffers while moms are away
chores are left undone
commitments are not met
true, true and true
Time has shown
talking to the wee hours of the morning
staying in pjs all day if you want to
along with playing cards
is good for the soul
Friendships are reconnected and strengthened
rhythms are reset
a weekend of self indulgence
proves to be an endowment
for the future
a gift of a better self