The anonymous poet of the park has inspired us once again capturing so perfectly the magic and beauty of this special place, the Pacific Spirit Park here in Vancouver. Hopefully my photos from yesterday do justice to his/her beautiful words. Thank you to whomever you are and keep inspiring us with your poetry.
Pacific Spirit Park.
We enter into
As we leave cars
And concrete behind.
Walk or run or bike
Into a spirit world.
Of water abundant
At this time of year.
Or the bending rays of
Occasional winter sun.
I see you.
I know you’re here.
I move and listen,
Take such joy
In watching our dog
Nodding or briefly chatting
Clad in rain gear,
Mud splattered shoes.
We join with the forest’s
The constancy of movement.
Of air and trees,
Light and water.
Shape shifting through days,
Being one with
All that is here.
A companion guides us.
Thank you to whoever posted this beautiful poem in the Pacific Spirit Park today.
“the bending rays of occasional winter sun”
On the occasion of the inauguration of President Biden and Vice President Harris, with the inspiring and moving words of both the 46th President and the first youth poet laureate of America, Amanda Gorman, still resonating in my mind:
Congratulations America. Welcome back.
I hope you know how much you’ve been missed.
Happily all’s well with the world today.
Good luck and God speed.
666 Day XLII – The proverb states “the pen is mightier than the sword” but how about the pencil. As I sharpened mine at the beginning of each day to act as “weapons” against injustice they became shorter and shorter as you can see. The power of the simple act of drawing is worth celebrating, for a picture can indeed be worth a thousand words.
Tomorrow I look forward to attending a webinar by Physicians for Human Rights on the “Family Separation and Reunification Efforts.” These are the details for those of you interested in attending if you have the time.
Each leaf’s a child alone and scared
Taken from the ones that cared
Kidnapped by a soulless state
That wallows in its lies and hate.
How fortunate it is that in our times
Good people exist to fight these crimes
And work to bring back love and joy
To every precious girl and boy.
“I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by…”
from Sea Fever by John Masefield 1913
A revisit to this day last year on Day 9 of my journey through
Tony Smibert’s Lessons from the Great Masters,
another inspiring book of his.
Worldwatercolormonth Day 13
In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae.
The photograph is from the Canadian Cemetery No. 2 at the Canadian National Vimy Memorial, France.
for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Between