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From the initial struggle for precious life, we seek our own direction. The world is witness to our compassionate spirit and drive, as we support each other in our many accomplishments. Excellence in all we touch creates opportunities for self-centred materialism, or a dedication to the health and welfare of others. We move in quiet contemplation in the direction of laughter. A laughter that transcends pain. A laughter that lights all who move towards it. Choosing the well worn path results in achievements that satisfy some, but navigating stormy seas brings an exhilaration experienced by a select few. Be brave my paddle, be strong my canoe……. when the reckless waters of life we have to plunge into. As the sun fades on skies of crimson hues, know that you have chosen the direction of fulfilment, service, and unselfishness. Listen to your heart. Follow life’s true compass.
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.
Set between Algonquin lakes, Smoke Creek’s promise of calm waters becomes cloaked in deception as our paddles stress against wind tossed waves.
Paddles lay still as the heat of day fades towards night. Admire the vista before you, and give thanks for this moment. Reach out and appreciate each others gifts, in the fading light.
“The interplay of ice and Muskoka stone have always fascinated me. The Granite dictates the path the icicles take as they flow down the jagged rock faces, but the ice also seems to have a mind of its own as it continually changes and grows from its source. This sculpture is created almost entirely out of multi-textured, clear, transparent glass to engage whatever window background it is placed on.
Childhood memories pass silently with morning breezes, while gentle waters ripple and stir.
A twisted, but majestic pine stands guard over a sweeping expanse of cold Georgian Bay waters. Located on the high granite cliffs in Killbear Provincial Park, this sentinel will continue to stand firm for years to come.
Sun sets on the guardians of Georgian Bay, as warmth spirals towards nightfall. Distant islands remind us of past achievements, and those yet to come. Bring warmth to all you know, as you bathe in the glow of a Georgian sky.
Release yourself from the trap of materialism and superficial goals. Rejoice in the sights, sounds, smells, and the touch of the sky, and all that lies beneath its gentle blanket. Pause and admire the stand of Birch set in a forest bathed in the fading light of milky and misty yellow hues. Marvel at the simple complexity of golden ivory.