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Warmth caresses my soul through speckled shadows upon crystal waters. Silence reaches out to me as a gift from one who knows. Pine fresh visions guide me in directions yet to be discovered, as clouds of wispy textures float overhead. These are the pleasures of kayak summers.
The small rounded mountains and the gleaming waters of this special place create new magic around every bend we paddle. Looking through the early morning mist brings a promise of a peaceful day as we welcome another Killarney sunrise.
Yield to me your secrets that I may know the storms I must endure. Yield to me your secrets that I may know the peace I may encounter. Yield to me your secrets that I may know the journey with faith and joy through the waves of my life.
We stand together through times of joy and accomplishments, as well as through hardships and seemingly unrelenting grief. Continue to support each other as members of the world community, and we will endure with renewed strength and love.
A shaman’s essence reaches beneath the outer shell of grey and black, and seeks the hidden realms and deeper meaning beneath this everyday world.
A morning chorus greets us on mist shrouded waters, as we awake from peaceful slumber.
Sage smoke, drums, and song fill my senses with hope on Spring breezes. Generations gather and share in anticipation of change and healing. Sleeping giants awake, and ask to be heard through peaceful voices. As Kaministiquia trails beckon in Amethyst glitter, we move as brothers, stepping to the primal heartbeat of Mother Earth. Drums form circles, and gifts are shared in brotherhood at the Lakehead.
In the failing light, always take the time to reflect. Look back, and know that you have lightened a life with a smile and a laugh. Be certain that you have truly listened to the thoughts of others. Remember compassionate acts for those who are marginalised or distressed. Reflect on the marvels the Earth provides, and continue to be a strong defender and steward of its fragile gifts. As daylight fades, release all negative thoughts, and be at peace in the promise of tomorrow, as you bathe in the glow of last light.
The lush greens of summer have faded, as cool nights turn the Maples to scarlet and orange. Pines find themselves immersed in the metamorphosis that surrounds them, and absorb the wonders of late Autumn.
Abandon the fast-paced machine that robs us of our creative strength and seek out a place of healing.