I've always been a morning person. I am, wide awake as soon as my eyes open. I don't need that cup of coffee to get me going. Ok, for those who know me, know that I don't drink coffee. :)
This morning when I looked out the window I could barely see the sailboat. I knew it was there, so I waited, and within seconds it appeared. Slowly ebbing on the water as the fog disappeared, which only serve to enhance the perfect moment of silence. Even the geese who were on the river throughout the night had already flown south.
I love living by the river. It is peaceful and the scene is always changing. The pictures here were all taken within 10 minutes apart. Absolutely magnificent! Although, sometimes, I admit, I don't always notice.
But when I do, I marvel at how amazing it is to be able to witness nature unfolding as it does, effortlessly. I am reminded in this moment, life on the river is, "like this".
As of the latest weekend polls, it is anyone's guess which way Scots will vote on September 18th, 2014.
According to news and discussions online, the interest in the referendum has been largely underestimated. Some online polls have reported that the "Aye" vote appears to edge over the "Naw" vote, creating what could only be described as a nervous panic in the UK! They never paid much attention to Scotland before. And all of a sudden, they pull the family card. "We are family", says David Cameron Don't leave us!!! We'll do better, I promise. Then like a jilted lover, he makes a vail threat, if you go, you can't come back. Too little too late, I think.
And I think it has more to do with the economics than being "family". The stock-market is not immune to the uncertainty and it too is becoming jittery, with the pound dropping to a new low.
If his pleas don't work, David Cameron is looking to the Queen to step up and save his job, because if Scotland goes, there goes his job. The discussion in the next while is sure to be interesting.
I was having lunch in a hotel restaurant in
Edmonton Alberta when Ed walked in.He
was there to
meet his editor to discuss some notes on a book he was
writing.I recognized him immediately,
although I am not sure when we last saw each other. I think it was perhaps shortly
after he became Chief of Fort Albany First Nation in 1992.What an
amazing coincidence running into him. Both of us were in Edmonton for just a
short period.I was not even staying at
that particular hotel, but I was there meeting another person for lunch.
I first met Ed while I was a student and he
was the director of student services at the Aboriginal Students Centre at the
University of Alberta.I knew both him
and his lovely wife Joan and had been to their house, west of the city limits, a
Ed has an undeniable charisma and a
self-assured demeanour. He always struck me as a person who would do something remarkable
with his life.
So, when I read his book review in the National Post, I knew I had to buy it straight away.Thanks to Kindle, all it took was a click and
it was downloaded onto my iPad within seconds.
Now, here is the thing, behind those dark
brown eyes concealed some deep dark secrets. It’s interesting because he always exuded
confidence and had a wicked sense of humour. Every time I saw him over the years
he always greeted me with a smile.Not just an ordinary or polite smile, but it
was a genuine big smile.His face
radiated happiness and his eyes sparkled.
Reading his book, I felt like I never knew
him. Not really. For sure there are qualities of him that are familiar, like
his down to earth persona and his dedication for his people. However, his
childhood experiences and wounds were not something he revealed to the world, at least until he wrote about them.
I highly recommend that your read his book.
The first story about his baby sister Rita will tug at your heart as you get a glimpse of his compassion even as a young
child. This compassion never leaves him, no matter what he endured throughout
his life.He tells the story of his time
at St. Anne residential school with almost a distant voice, like it was
happening to someone else.I sense that
it is the only way to cope with the unspeakable and inhumane treatment he sustained
at the hands of those who were suppose to “care" for him.
You need to read about this period slowly
to understand the rest of his journey. A journey that comes full circle, returning him to his roots, where he is most complete, next to the standing
He effectively sums up his feelings in this
“…I thought that
the icicles hanging from the branches looked like phantom leaves.
all of us. Numb and just hanging there.Just a wind’s breath away from falling off.”