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Category - This and That
Today is the 154th anniversary of Canada becoming a country, rather than a collection of British colonies. Happy Canada Day to those who are celebrating.
I may set this post to “no comments.” I don’t want to launch into political debate here. I just wish to mark the day while I sort out my own complicated and conflicted feelings.
The Canada I believed in — the one I thought I was part of — does not exist. But I’m slowly realizing that it can.
With a lot of hard work, compassion, education, humility, and — most of all — listening, this can become the country I thought it was.
I am blessed to live where I do — in a small city along a bay off the Atlantic Ocean. From my driveway, I can be at any one of five beaches within ten minutes’ driving. I can be at the edge of the mighty Saint John River within five minutes. And within fifteen minutes, I can be in the middle of a forest where I will see very few — if any — people.
This morning, my husband, our dog, and I went for a drive. The plan was to take some photographs and to simply see what there was to see today. Our wanderings found us at the edge of a lake, where a thin skim of ice skirted the edges.
Have you ever heard or seen a lake “breathe”? It is quite something. As the water moves, it pushes against the air trapped under the ice, causing a shifting pattern of light and dark, and making a creaking noise.
In short, it is mesmerizing. Amazing what we can witness when we take the time to sit and be present.