Silence flows in rhythmic motion across these placid Algonquin waters, as we reflect on the days past. Skies clear of rain, and the light fades as a distant splash and radiating ripples give hints of underlying hunger. Visitors approach with vigilant respect, and glide in fluid motion across the glassy surface. The silence is broken in haunting tones, but we know that all is as it should be, as we are embraced by the loon’s call.
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Silence flows in rhythmic motion across these placid Algonquin waters, as we reflect on the days past. Skies clear of rain, and the light fades as a distant splash and radiating ripples give hints of underlying hunger. Visitors approach with vigilant respect, and glide in fluid motion across the glassy surface. The silence is broken in haunting tones, but we know that all is as it should be, as we are embraced by the loon’s call.
Your clear waters calm my soul with every stroke of my paddle. My red canoe is drawn to islands where solitude and reflection have sustained me through formative years. A father’s love of nature flows through my veins like warm Summer breezes, and lessons learned are appreciated with every sunset’s glow. You are the catalyst that reunites long lost friends. You are Lac-du-Cerf.
Resist the temptation and directives to place nation and self before others. Search out the glowing light in others, and lift it up for all to see. The land takes its rest from sunbaked skies, and blankets itself in quilts of white and crystal shimmer. Be open to others and embrace the changes they also bring to our lives. We are of one family on this planet, and will only dance with the joy of acceptance when we resist the move towards isolation.
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.
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.