Surprise #2: How We Get There

Another revelation validated…something I knew, but experienced again.  I was heading for the Alberta Flood Relief Concert on the C-train with my cousin, when I looked over and saw Jackie.  Often sitting a few pews in front of me, with her family in church, I’ve shared a faith life with Jackie for a few years.  What I haven’t shared with her, is a train ride or two.  Last night I did.  Was this serendipity?

CT-Line-Map_Aug_2012Heading toward the concert, Jackie’s husband, Rick, joined us at the city core and honestly, the conversation that we shared was so much fun, that it felt like the destination didn’t really matter any more.  As circumstances had it, in the crush of thousands of people, we also ended the evening sitting across from one another on the return train.  How was this even possible? We spoke about music, neighbours, folk festivals and artists.  We spoke about the rituals of our lives and about song lyrics.  It was just such a great time.  I am grateful for time spent with friends…laughter and stories and good times.  The journey to and from the McMahon Stadium was  a surprise!

My cousin, Margy, is just about the greatest person in the world…I treasure every single moment that we share.  Last night was no exception!

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Talking about YouTube – Xavier Rudd – “Messages/Guku”

Beannacht / Blessing

by John O’Donohue

Original Language English

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.