Bird on a Wire

As the saying goes, it is often the little things.  Walking along the mountainside power line trail.  Tail wagging Gulliver eagerly accompanying me.  Light rain with cool temperatures.  Definitely not uplifting weather.  With each step, carrying the emotional weight of preparing for the upcoming golf tournament.  Appreciating how wonderful it will be to all spend time together.  Simultaneously acknowledging the complex feelings it brings to the fore.  Midway along the journey, slowing down to send a message to the universe. Gazing skyward while humbly requesting dry weather for the weekend. Seconds later noticing a tiny bird perched high above.  On one of the electrical wires.  Suspended more than fifteen metres above the earth. Recognizing it to be an exquisite hummingbird.  Fluffing its feathers. Putting on quite a show.  Instantly sensing a shift in my disposition. Welcoming this reoccurring symbol of connection.  So grateful to be noticing it.  Very much appreciating its presence.  This small being making a huge impact.  With a lighter heart and bounce in my step, sending a smile of thanks for this magnificent moment.

Mike Gibson Memorial Golf Tournament

One month from today our family will be hosting the first annual Mike Gibson Memorial Golf Tournament at Twin Lakes.  As the registrations and prize donations begin to roll in, it makes my heart feel good to know that many of his friends and family will be out enjoying a day of laughter and good times together.  A round of golf and a lakeside cabin BBQ - a perfect tribute to the memory of Michael, with proceeds going to Canuck Place, such a worthwhile cause.  I can well imagine him watching from above as we share a day of fun, feasting, and friendship. I can hardly wait!