Today’s Facebook ‘wall’ is plastered with various news blips on the topic of the cuts happening here in Alberta. I’ve made those posts. But, rather than deleting them, I’m going to take a moment to consider what this day has actually been and been about. Only moments ago, I brushed my teeth. I stepped out onto the back deck and looked up at the moon. I am taking pause and thinking about my day…my actual day…not about that veneer, that public explosion that happens for us if we dig too deep into the chaos that is today in the news.
My morning began like this.
I sat down, with coffee, and pin pointed the Barrow in Furness address where Mary Eleanor Haddow, my great grandmother, was born in the early 1800s. I then scrolled Instagram, up on the red couch, while stroking Max’s head redundantly for almost a half hour. I dreamed about making one more trip to England so that I might visit such places and walk Blackfriar’s road and travel, again, to France to stand at my Great Grandfather’s resting place in Etaples and maybe even get myself to Ortona, Italy.
I went to my computer station, in order to print out this map and while cropping it, my sister and I exchanged a few messages with one another. She sent me a photograph of her and her three pup companions and I sent her a photograph of me and Max. I love yous were shared.
I decided that Max’s injury had been quiet enough for a few days that I would take him to the river. The air was so mild and the light, so beautiful. We took our time; it was more a stroll than a walk, but it was so incredible.I really felt huge gratitude as the day opened up to me.
I dropped Max back to the car and then went for a last look to see if I could sight any of the coyotes. I spotted several deer across the river, but no coyotes. And then, the magic of friendship was enjoyed, as I saw Jeff making his observations along the pathway. As is pretty usual, we ended up talking about cameras and such. Today I learned about the Polaroid Cube and the Zoom Audio Recorder.
Lunch consisted of a lovely little Greek Salad at home.
After doing just a few things around the house and checking in on all things political (lol), I made a quick stop at the Dollarama Store to pick up some small canvas boards. I felt a need to paint some poppies with my grandson before Remembrance Day. There was a bit of a wait for him to wake up from his nap, so over two cups of hot tea, I had a nice visit with Linda and Erin.
I decided to stop at the river, again, on my way home, just to see if I could make any eagle sightings. At the edge of the Bow, everything was wildly alive, although the colour was muted which contributed to the magic of everything. A loud cacophony of sound filled the air as hundreds of Canada Geese found their way to the river. I was overcome. And there, in the midst of the geese, one eagle flew assertively in and out of their crowds. It was amazing. I managed to capture a brief moment. But, let’s face it, no images were going to be focused because the light just wasn’t there. I didn’t know what to do with my feelings about the scope and beauty in that moment, so as has become habit, I snapped photographs.
I spotted brilliant white southeast on the river, and so, took a quick peek through my camera’s viewfinder to identify the white birds and happily discovered the presence of Swans or Snow Geese, interspersed with the Canada Geese. A quick and fuzzy snap and I was off and rushing to the location where I enjoyed watching them making their disappearance around the point and onto the river. Darkness was settling over everything, apart from soft pink directly west. I headed back.
As I pulled out of the parking lot, I saw Doug and Shirley Anne’s car, stopped, opened my window and together, we marveled at the wonder we had just seen. The three of us felt very blessed and it was just so nice to know that I had shared the magic with friends.
Upon my return home, my son and I headed out to the Saigon Royal Restaurant for a steaming pot of Jasmine Tea and a big bowl of Pho. I started watching for a text message from my Dad who, I knew, was on the road from Ottawa to Belleville, earlier in the day. He promised he would text, but I convinced myself that he would struggle with that as per usual and that he is well and safe and enjoying the traditions of the Mistletoe Market this weekend.
At home, Max and I walked the neighbourhood circle and then James and I watched some cop shows on his big screen.
Just a short while ago, I stepped out on the deck and snapped a few photographs of the moon. While I didn’t capture them, there were three soft rings of colour surrounding her tonight. Those colours and the lovely still air remind me of the beauty that is ours. I am grateful. And one never knows what a single day might bring.