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The heavens shed their last glorious light on he day behind us. We stand together in its splendour, and wonder what message this glory sends, until calm envelopes us in the Sherwood Solitude
I keep Silent Memories next to my heart for my Papa and me. In the Muskoka spring of 1981, we walked together as we had done so many times before. We searched together for our favourite rocks of granite, quartz and gneiss. “Some of the most colourful rocks can be found in the dirtiest and ugliest rock extrusions,” he would say. This is the rock we found that day, my Papa and me. As we searched for rocks, I learned much about life from my Papa. He was determined, and wanted the best for me. Papa cared about me, and wanted me to be successful. He said I should always have a good pair of shoes. We had a special bond, my Papa and me. Papa was bald and had a pot belly. He had diabetes and a heart condition. Once, I nervously gave him his needle. Papa gave me a genuine sapphire necklace. I helped him and he helped me. His only Granddaughter. I was thirteen when he died on August 8, 1984. My Papa and me. I cherish those times. I cherish those memories. He will always live on in Silent Memories. I miss you, Papa.
Peace comes to the landscape, as a quilt of white blankets a world of hectic materialism and self-gratification. A calmness settles over those who hear its message of renewal, and new life emerges through the purity of each cool breath. Listen to the silence. Listen to the gifts that it brings. Listen to the promise of rest in snowbound.
Gentle waves ride on crystal vessels, as sunlight caresses their fleeting existence. Reflections illuminate rocky inhabitants of this fluid spectacle, as they glisten in the sparkling waters.
Filtered light reaches stone and water from above, and shadows fluctuate on these solid and fluid surfaces in a dance of recognition and solace.
May the stars carry your sadness away, May the flowers fill your heart with beauty, May hope forever wipe away your tears, and above all, may silence make you strong.
The mighty pine stands defiant against all that has challenged it over the decades. Many dawns have come and gone with their promises of new and fulfilling experiences. Brilliant sunsets have marked the end of countless achievements and undying love with those it draws near. This is a life well lived in strength and majesty.
Our country, born of the Precambrian shield, and framed by majestic mountains ranges releases its natural wonders from the very fabric of the land. Lakes, rivers, and wetlands breathe the lifeblood into the nation, and form ancient paths used for millennia by our indigenous people. Continue to support inclusion and respect for all who are privileged to call Canada home, and take time to breathe in the true north strong and free.
We all strive to reach for the highest level we can attain in our lives. Proceed with fairness, honesty, and respect for all you meet along your ascent. If you have enriched the lives of others with your effort and caring, it doesn’t matter where you decide to end your climb. You have undoubtably reached your summit.
The eternal outcropping of stone witnesses another day’s end. Light illuminates the young tenant’s perch, as the crystal clear waters are bathed in sunlight shadows.