No - I did not eat dinner at 5:00 pm today. I woke up really early (actually I didn't sleep last night - so I guess I just got up early). It was 6:00 am when I finally dressed and tried to creep out of the hotel room to watch the sun rise.
Still being up north on vacation and being directionally challenged, I asked the lady at the front desk which direction was east. We discussed amongst ourselves and decided on a direction. I then waled around Blue Mountain Village looking for a good spot to watch the sum come up. Never mind the sunrise - the walk around the pond with not a single person around, no store open, just after a rainfall was so peaceful. I almost forgot about the sun.
Still being up north on vacation and being directionally challenged, I asked the lady at the front desk which direction was east. We discussed amongst ourselves and decided on a direction. I then waled around Blue Mountain Village looking for a good spot to watch the sum come up. Never mind the sunrise - the walk around the pond with not a single person around, no store open, just after a rainfall was so peaceful. I almost forgot about the sun.
Memorable Moments
I stood on the arm rest of a gigantic Aadirondack/Muskoka chair. My legs were a bit wobbly - my fear of heights again. And the view was terrible so I only stayed a couple of minutes.
A baby skunk walked in front of me across the cobblestone path. He looked at me. I looked at him. I said softly "hey buddy - there's no threat here" - you know, in case his tail started twitching and he understood English.
A very pretty white bird (I want to say it was pigeon??) sauntered on the dirt path behind me, giving a coy "coo coo." He was probably calling a buddy - my pigeon is rusty.
A baby skunk walked in front of me across the cobblestone path. He looked at me. I looked at him. I said softly "hey buddy - there's no threat here" - you know, in case his tail started twitching and he understood English.
A very pretty white bird (I want to say it was pigeon??) sauntered on the dirt path behind me, giving a coy "coo coo." He was probably calling a buddy - my pigeon is rusty.
Hello Mr. Sun
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The sun started to peek out from behind a thick but wispy layer of cloud. I found a pretty spot right next to our hotel where I had a great view of the Conference Centre construction site ... and the sun rising.
It reminded me of one of my favourite poems - one of the only ones I know by heart. When I went to camp, we said it every morning.
Salutation to the Dawn*
Listen to the salutation to the dawn.
Look to this day, for it is life -
The very light of life.
And in it's brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of our existence -
The glory of action,
The bliss of growth,
And the splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today, well spent,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.
Such is the salutation to the dawn.
It reminded me of one of my favourite poems - one of the only ones I know by heart. When I went to camp, we said it every morning.
Salutation to the Dawn*
Listen to the salutation to the dawn.
Look to this day, for it is life -
The very light of life.
And in it's brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of our existence -
The glory of action,
The bliss of growth,
And the splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today, well spent,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.
Such is the salutation to the dawn.
The salutation, the skunk, the pigeon (?), the sun, the construction site - all of it seemed to be reminding me of life - continuing, living, thriving, coexisting.
I've greeted the sun and now I'm off to greet my children.
The joy just keeps on coming.
I've greeted the sun and now I'm off to greet my children.
The joy just keeps on coming.
* The words and punctuation are how I remember them. The Interweb has several different versions attributed to Kalidasa, Indian Sanskrit poet and dramatist from around 2500 BC.