“I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
Sunday evenings are complex because we are at an “end” and about to head into a “beginning.” Sundays signal the subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) transition from time based on personal agendas to time structured by others who are depending upon our focused attention and interaction. I think of this as moving from “my time” to “their time.”
Some call it the Sunday Night Blues and many people have felt the sting. I first experienced this when I was in grade school, when I knew that a math test, or even worse, a spelling bee was scheduled for Monday morning. I confess that spelling was never my strong suit.
Over the years, I have created ways in which to embrace a spirit of anticipation for what lay ahead. Sunday evenings have become a time of reflection, a pause, a breathing space. Tomorrow will come, but for tonight, I am here.
Join me on my Sunday Evening Reflection.
Ocean Reflection from Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother on Vimeo.
“We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden
My father often spoke of Henry David Thoreau and his book Walden; or Life in the Woods. As we celebrate Easter today and Earth Day tomorrow, I am reminded that nature conspires to bestow a peaceful grace upon humanity and all who share our world
“Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all that fills it; let the field exult, and everything in it! Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy.“
I find great joy in the memories of conversations with my father. I share his profound belief in our need to be fully engaged within nature. Like Thoreau, he recognized that heaven was “under our feet as well as over our heads”
A River Flows Through Our Lives from Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother on Vimeo.
There is a time to move on. That is what my grandmother told me many years ago. It is how we move on that makes life interesting, productive, meaningful.
We cannot change time, or the season. What we can do is embrace the present, to honour the moments that are given and affirm the poignancy of our inability to hold time in abeyance.
Cities are no different. They are ever-changing, a reflection of our evolving societies. As the Scottish scientist, Patrick Geddes, noted, “But a city is more than a place in space, it is a drama in time.” And time moves on, with new dramas appearing and receding into archival memory.
La Taqueria restaurant, situated on Cambie and Broadway, close to City Hall is on the move. The building is scheduled for demolition, making way for a new construction that promises more space and amenities. For patrons of La Taqueria, the move is only a block away. Within the messages of gratitude written on the walls, there is a recognition of moving on, for acknowledging that what was once, is no more. There is also a sense of excitement, anticipation, a commitment to accept what comes next.
“To every thing here is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
How many doors can we walk through at a time? In my world, I can only go through one door at a time. Why then, do I always have the propensity to choose the closed door?
“When one door closes, another opens, but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” Alexander Graham Bell
Lucy Maud Montgomery gave us, “Anne of Green Gables,” a wonderful account of a young orphan who insisted on spelling her name, Anne with an “E”. While Ms. Montgomery experienced great literary success, her life was difficult and marked by periods of depression. Her writings reflect her deep understanding of the pleasures of family life and our need for connections within a supportive community. Mistakes will lead to regret, but we have the choice to learn and move on, without taking the extra “regret baggage” along with us.
“We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.”
Lucy Maud Montgomery
When I was 9 years old, I wanted desperately to climb the tallest tree. But I had (and still have) a problem. I am afraid of heights. To this day, I take a deep breath before going on a downward escalator.
I did climb that tree – crying all the way up the branches. My friend, Carol, who went ahead of me, begged, cajoled, and encouraged me all the way to the top.
I’ll always remember that tree, but I will never forget that I had help! No regrets…
“The mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close