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….

Sunday Evening Reflection: Paris

Ah, Paris! A city of many stories found in every street corner, cafe and pastry shop. Art, fashion, music, literature come together with vibrancy and elegance. Famous for the Louvre, Notre Dame, the Moulin Rouge and Eiffel Tower, Paris has become La Ville-Lumière – The City of Light. I have been reading Gertrude Stein’s “The…

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…

Sunday Evening Reflection: The Colour of Spring

“The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.” Joseph Campbell, This past week, the colours of spring have reminded me that we mark our lives by nature. When the spring rain comes with the subtle greens, we think of planting, even as…

Sunday Evening Reflection: Traveling the Ocean with Icebergs

Bay Bulls is a small fishing town in the province of Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada. This is where we boarded the fishing boat that would take us to see the majestic icebergs that drifted along the far off horizon. Camera in hand, I breathed deeply of the bracing fresh air and felt the heady excitement…