Park & Tilford’s Native Garden welcomes visitors to linger under the shady space that is dense with plants native to the Pacific Northwest coastal forests. Surrounded by the rustling sound of leaves high above me, I enjoy the serenity of a garden that offers quiet contemplation and respite. I am not alone for I have…
Sunday Evening Reflection – Rosslyn Chapel
“The Holy Grail ‘neath ancient Roslin waits. The blade and chalice guarding o’er Her gates. Adorned in masters’ loving art, She lies. She rests at last beneath the starry skies.”Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code The idea of a sacred place or space has been with us since ancient days, a reminder that we are…
Sunday Evening Reflection: Opening the Garden
“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.” May Sarton On March 17, 2020, British Columbia declared a public health emergency in the province. That was the day we entered into what I have come…
Sunday Evening Reflection: Lois Hole – A Life Well Lived
Whenever I travel to St. Albert, Alberta, my first visit is to the St. Albert Public Library. In front of the library doors, the bronze sculpture of Lois Hole, entitled “Legacy of Love & Learning” welcomes me with a poignant reminder of a life well-lived. “The monument was created by the renowned Alberta sculptor Barbara…
Sunday Evening Reflection: Art is Our Story
“The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live.” Auguste Rodin We are now entering the fourth month of Covid19 solitude, which has pushed us to find new ways of connecting, learning and working. Our daily routines have changed to accommodate a more structured and solitary existence. We recognize…
Sunday Evening Reflection: North Yorkshire Moors Railway
Trains are my preferred way to travel since I was a child. There is a meditative quality about the clatter of wheels turning on the railroad track, the intermittent sound of the whistles and bells, and the rolling landscape of trees, rivers, and small villages gliding by the large windows. I agree with Edna St….
