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A Raven’s call breaks the Algonquin silence, and signals the approach of an entity unheard from in years past.
Birch, Red Maple, and Pine stand on the shore of an Autumn lake, as a symbol of perseverance and diversity. Entwined roots help them stand together in solidarity from the menace of the approaching Winter winds. Reflect on this country’s historic diversity. Rejoice in our differences, and continue to protect our Canadian trilogy.
I find my rest in silent choices. Breathe in your surroundings, as your work is now done. Listen to the stillness, and accept the gifts of canoe point.
We raised our eyes, three years past, to ribbons of glorious light dancing on cobalt skies. Shimmering translucence scattering untold diamonds in reflections of yesterday. We shed tears for the indiscretions of men, but bathe in the goodness and comfort of those around us. Lift up your spirits in the presence of others, for the world is a wondrous place. Take time to bask in the glow of the celestial light.
Warm summer winds turn cooler as the leaves become a scarlet hue. The landscape transforms into a world of pristine white, until the warmth returns once again to awaken the new life that lies beneath.
Our lives echo the constant change and profound promise of the changing seasons.
A young family takes pause at the end of a special day, and rests in the fading light of a Manitoulin evening.
From the initial struggle for precious life, we seek our own direction. The world is witness to our compassionate spirit and drive, as we support each other in our many accomplishments. Excellence in all we touch creates opportunities for self-centred materialism, or a dedication to the health and welfare of others. We move in quiet contemplation in the direction of laughter. A laughter that transcends pain. A laughter that lights all who move towards it. Choosing the well worn path results in achievements that satisfy some, but navigating stormy seas brings an exhilaration experienced by a select few. Be brave my paddle, be strong my canoe……. when the reckless waters of life we have to plunge into. As the sun fades on skies of crimson hues, know that you have chosen the direction of fulfilment, service, and unselfishness. Listen to your heart. Follow life’s true compass.
A man weaves tales of this land through poetry and song. Senses are awakened by images of past glory, as well as those of immeasurable pain. Challenges are whispered, to all who will listen, from frail limbs and foreboding eyes. Chanie Wenjack’s secret path jolts us into uncomfortable realizations of historical disconnects, and untold misery on the tip of a Raven’s wing. Pearls of wisdom, spoken by a sister, seek a different world through truth and reconciliation. We are all connected to someone, as Gord is to Chanie. Follow the examples of those who came before us, and seek the strength to facilitate change. Let us dance for healing under the moonlight on ashes of love. All is possible with the promise and power of courage.
Stand above the world’s injustices and misguided leaders, and shine your light for others to follow. Those who have lost their way will feel the warmth of your presence, and be lead to higher ground above stormy and turbulent waters. Seek out those who uplift and guide you to calm and safe harbours, like the reassurance of the Cove Island beacon.
Paddles lay still as the heat of day fades towards night. Admire the vista before you, and give thanks for this moment. Reach out and appreciate each others gifts, in the fading light.