Majesty
Last night I was walking home from the river and got to the Bridge over the Skeena River - its almost dusk and it's a beautiful day - I can smell the wood smoke burning and hear the rumble of the train in the near distance - across the shore there is a white light beaming through the trees, clickity clack down the line.....and I feel like I am at home. It resonates with me at a deep level that I can't even begin to understand (nor do I want or need to). It's comforting. I breath its radiance in and bask in the glorious sensation of it all - the smell of the wood smoke, sound of the train clacking on down the line, feel of the bridge bouncing with the weight of the trucks coming and going, the sight of the beautiful aventurine green river water and glacial mountains in the distance. I have it all - heaven under my feet and all around.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Is it possible to fall in love with a place? To give my heart to this mysterious sky, these rugged snow peaked mountains, river arteries and all the wildness and beauty
“‘Gamble everything for love; halfheartedness does not reach into majesty’” Rumi (as cited in Ingram, 2003, p. 41).
 
of this place, in this place? Seems like there has always been fear holding me back from giving my heart to anyone, place or thing. It is scary to give my heart - at least that has been my experience.  How does one begin again, begin to trust again, love again with my whole heart. I think it’s a process - little by little I let more love in - realizing I am love - being able to live in the present moment and not fear what may happen if that person, place or thing falls away - or not being so influenced by other’s fears saying that I can’t love this place - it rains too much. What if it rains exactly the right amount? What if it is about perception and what I choose to see?
Right now the sun is beaming through an opening in the sky surrounded by beautiful white fluffy clouds whilst the rest of the sky is dark and foreboding - but, for now, in this moment, in this time, it is sunny and it is raining just the right amount.
 
 
“A man can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a woman. The first glimpse of the desert through a mountain pass or the first plunge into forested wilderness can call forth not only joy but, inexplicably, a sense of recognition as of a pristine and primordial world one has always known” (Tuan, 2002, p. 184).