Like really good zippers that fail, then self-repair.
People fall apart, break – some grow weary.
Self-repairing spirits needed?
Magic cure-all or preventative medicine?
Feelings matter, dreams shatter too easily which is no sign of anything but common frailties, weariness and wanting more, wanting better, wanting next steps to be better steps, bigger steps, more confident steps as we wander about this newest frontier – empty landscape of unexplored territory – yes, this wilderness, this blank page, this unplowed field, called new year.
Most people have this kind of sure-fire fix in their backyard.
Where nature’s restorative powers lift us from dark places, heal wounds, and chase blues away. Everybody owns this backyard.
Yet very personal turf.
We explore there touching our peaceful bases, those calm spaces and connection with our spirit’s places. Repairing equilibrium, restoring balance and perspective can be found in our own backyard. My backyards: Maui, Majorville and Banff. In time I’ll discover many more.
Banff trip yesterday. Panoramic magic we (Calgarians) easily take for granted – we catch glimpses every day but those are no match for visiting, walking around in, driving around that magical place …
Nothing prevents me visiting more often – but like some lapsed-churchgoer, I rationalize I don’t need to go as often.
Until I do. Then I feel ‘why have I not come back sooner?’
We (SB came along) had a fairly early start driving, breakfast in Banff, cruising Banff Parkway to Eisenhower Junction, back to simmering in Sulphur Mountain hot (40C) springs pool – back to Calgary for grilled prawns and pineapple … a perfect day.
Yesterday was a mountain-fix-day.
I am fixed.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -5C/24F, foggy. Hitchcock-movie level foggy. Traffic muffled, a few cars in the neighbourhood – but mostly this city is still asleep, waiting for the business world and work-week to restart on Monday … just me and my dog, out in the fog