Ravens cry for dreams unfulfilled. Isolation draws us to each other in spirit and comforting reality, as we reminisce of days past. We are comforted by the memories of those who have shaped our lives and taught us simple truths which guide us and give us strength. In this tranquil space we dream of gatherings where an embrace and closeness is the norm. Rejoice and be assured that all will soon come to pass as we shelter.
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Ravens cry for dreams unfulfilled. Isolation draws us to each other in spirit and comforting reality, as we reminisce of days past. We are comforted by the memories of those who have shaped our lives and taught us simple truths which guide us and give us strength. In this tranquil space we dream of gatherings where an embrace and closeness is the norm. Rejoice and be assured that all will soon come to pass as we shelter.
A man weaves tales of this land through poetry and song. Senses are awakened by images of past glory, as well as those of immeasurable pain. Challenges are whispered, to all who will listen, from frail limbs and foreboding eyes. Chanie Wenjack’s secret path jolts us into uncomfortable realizations of historical disconnects, and untold misery on the tip of a Raven’s wing. Pearls of wisdom, spoken by a sister, seek a different world through truth and reconciliation. We are all connected to someone, as Gord is to Chanie. Follow the examples of those who came before us, and seek the strength to facilitate change. Let us dance for healing under the moonlight on ashes of love. All is possible with the promise and power of courage.
Stand above the world’s injustices and misguided leaders, and shine your light for others to follow. Those who have lost their way will feel the warmth of your presence, and be lead to higher ground above stormy and turbulent waters. Seek out those who uplift and guide you to calm and safe harbours, like the reassurance of the Cove Island beacon.
Brush strokes record this primal land in ways unseen before. Colour and textures are borrowed from the landscapes with imaginative flare, as thoughts of profit are replaced by the appreciation of nature’s priceless gifts. Seek the patience and understanding of names such as Thomson, Jackson, and Harris, as you pass through these lands. Their memories live forever in brief moments bathed in sunlit splendour and cloud shrouded mystery. Take time to pause, reflect, and admire this gift presented to all of us by the painter.
Spring has come to Algonquin in reluctant strokes of fragile warmth. Cool waters ripple as icy coverings are released, and return slowly to fluid motion. Closing hours of daylight spawn Winter’s last flurry, and a chill returns to the now placid waters. Distant shores lose definition, and mystery returns in the Mew Lake mist.