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Twin pines stand firmly together as a testament to lives well lived. Experiences shared from seedling to maturity are alive in each others consciousness, as the ever present winds of time move them in a unified dance. So much alike, but yet so different, they seek to place their roots in separate directions in the search for their own spiritual sustenance. Circumstances will inevitably change, and their influence on loved ones will branch out in so many yet unseen, and wondrous ways. One constant will never change however, and that is the eternal promise of a brother’s love.
Majestic, snowcapped mountains frame riders on horseback as they glide over the Revelstoke Flats, and rekindle memories of a mother and her daughter. Sable brushes, shared by friends, dance in oil and watercolour, recording the highlights and shadows of Temagami. Water lillies of Ket-chun-eny float on fluid mirrors, calling all island dwellers to the water’s edge. Floral brilliance and artistic expression surround a young family united by love. Like five violet islands, we move in unison, yet seek our own paths of discovery and creativity. You have listened to, and honoured, many heartfelt wishes with strength and determination. You have fulfilled a mother’s dream.
We sit in silent embrace, as moonlight fills the void left behind.
When the loons no longer call
When the wolves have no need to howl
When the whispering pines are quieted
We feel the silent voices of Algonquin Spirits
This island oasis shelters us from all distractions. Far from constant connectiveness and worries brought on by leaders with misguided direction. We rejoice in the blessing of this place, and give thanks in the knowledge that we are truly alone.
Another day draws to a close, as violet hues settle on rocky shores like dusk’s final shroud. Reflect on the joys and accomplishments of the day gone by, and give thanks for those yet to come. Breathe in the calm, and release any burdens into the soothing arms of Amethyst breezes.
Dusk descends on distant silhouettes, as silence lowers a veil of violet on all who dwell here.
We sit in closeness as we bare witness to the closing of another day.
The people of the land move with purpose and determination while traversing previously submerged rock from this land we call Temagami First Nation. “All life comes from our Mother the Earth, so we offer tobacco and prayers when we harvest the materials. We must honour our Mother as we use the materials and medicines she provides for our survival.” Let us learn the lessons of Indigenous people, respect the land, and move with the spirits of ancient pathways.
A trip to the Columbia Icefields, in the summer of 1967, resulted in this stone becoming an important keepsake for our family of seven. Dad insisted on bringing it back home, as a reminder of an eventful trip, just in case we never returned there together in the future. He was a husband and a father with a great sense of humour, and oh how he loved to take as much time as needed to explain his point in every detail. The many dialects he used entertained us for hours, his attention to detail amused us, and we always knew we were loved. This was Andy’s way.