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Over the course of the four hour drive up to the cabin this past weekend, my husband and I encountered almost every type of weather imaginable - heavy rains, followed by hail, then snow, wind, drizzle, and finally, sunshine. Most impressive was driving directly under three vibrant rainbows, in short succession, with the ends of the arcs seeming to touch down just off either side of the highway. And as we wound our way through scenic Manning Park, a trip we have made well over a hundred times, I had an aha moment: the ski and snowboard terrain within this provincial park is located in an area called Gibson Pass. My son's last name intertwined with that of his closest friend, in this beautiful setting. A wonderful symbol of the Gibson and Manning connection - how had I not made this observation before? Come to think of it, I cross a span called Rainbow Bridge when walking along my favourite trail in that park. Under, over, and intertwined ... weaving rich moments into my life.
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Today, we awoke to a beautiful fall morning - cool and sunny, with a few clouds thrown in for added interest. My husband had planned on spending the bulk of this day prepping for a dinner party we are hosting this evening, but when I returned from my run in the canyon, he was up the ladder installing the outdoor Christmas lights. I joked that this was a first - he normally waits til it's cold and sleeting to do this job. He replied that he had decided to take advantage of the great weather and asked if I could help. While holding the strands of lights for him, I looked up to the sky and saw two magnificent eagles flying overhead - they were out enjoying this perfect fall day as well. A minute later, I felt a light drizzle, even though there was blue sky above us. That drizzle soon turned to hail, along with a noticeable drop in temperature. I burst out laughing - there was no mention of hail in today's weather forecast. It seemed that the weather gods were playing a joke on us. Within five minutes, the silliness had stopped and the sun was out, once again. Unexpected moments of joy - they're the best.
Up at the cabin, my moods seem to be in sync with the weather today. Contentment while painting the exterior siding under cloudy skies. Uplifted by the sight of a tiny, white feather resting on the ground beside me, just as the sun broke through for a brief visit. Gratitude for getting in a long lake swim before the winds picked up. Then, in concert with the summer storm rolling in, shedding a few tears when one of the songs from Mike's service spontaneously broke the silence, as the temperamental stereo decided to spring to life. Now, while listening to the remainder of that soundtrack and observing the ongoing interplay between clouds, sun and rain, I breathe in all the expressions of life that surround me.
A friend and I recently spending time together at an outdoor spa in the woods. One year after our inaugural visit. Luxuriating in three hours of pure relaxation. Coexisting in silence. Mindfully moving from one experience to another. Enjoying a predominantly meditative state. Fully embracing the sensation of being, rather than doing. Soaking in the pools. Reposing in steam and sauna. Reclining in deck chairs beside the stone fire pit, bundled up in white terry robes. Tears of gratitude rolling down my cheeks while reflecting on the abundance in my life. Later, some of sadness while lounging near the forest's edge. Emotions mirroring the weather. Billowing clouds, cool breezes, sunny breaks, and rain showers. Observing a marked difference between this year's visit and last. This time around achieving a much deeper sense of contentment and bliss.
Grateful for the amazing winter weather so far. Predominantly cool, dry days. Bright skies. Contrasting the more common scenario. That of endless weeks of rain and gloom. Makes a difference. A big one. Thanking Mother Nature for her perfect timing. Giving this gift, this particular year. Very much appreciated.
Dull and flat. These two words aptly describing both the inside and out. Missing them so very much. That space they inhabited so noticeably empty. Acutely feeling that void. Resulting in a dullness within. The gloomy, damp, grey weather adding its unwelcoming layer of flatness to the day. However, there is a walk along the river with my young companion this morning, followed by the book club get-together this evening. Hence, lighter moments await. They always do.
