Sunday Evening Reflection: Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Classical Chinese Garden

In the heart of Vancouver’s Chinatown, a tranquil Classical Chinese Garden offers visitors a place to pause, to rest and gain the solace of peaceful reflection. Named in honour of Dr. Sun Yat-Sen, a nationalist leader who is considered the “father of modern China” the garden is an authentic representation of Ming Dynasty-era tradition. The…

Sunday Evening Reflection: Shh…The Herons are Nesting

Beacon Hill Park in Victoria, British Columbia brings the abundance of nature into vibrant city life. Situated along the shore of Juan de Fuca Strait, the 200 acres of pristine parkland was originally set aside as a protected area in 1858 by Sir James Douglas, governor of the Colony of Vancouver. Beacon Hill Park’s traditional name,…

Sunday Evening Reflection: Walking the Ambleside Pier

“The idea to build a bridge across First Narrows was investigated as early as the 1890s, but it wasn’t until the 1920s that plans began to take shape. In December 1933, approval for the building of the bridge was reached through a city wide vote. Construction began on March 31, 1937 by clearing ten acres…

Sunday Evening Reflection: Acoustic Anvil: A Small Weight to Forge the Sea

“Nothing endures but change.”Heraclitus Every city has its legends and histories. One of Vancouver’s legends happened in Leg-in-Boot Square, Vancouver 1887, when a human leg still strapped in a boot was reported to the local constabulary. July 2018, the “Acoustic Anvil: A Small Weight to Forge the Sea” gave a hearty nod to Leg-in-Boot square,…

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: The Words of Emily Carr

“More than ever was I convinced that the old way of seeing was inadequate to express this big country of ours, her depth, her height, her unbounded wildness, silences too strong to be broken – nor could ten million cameras, through their mechanical boxes, ever show real Canada. It had to be sensed, passed through…