Friday Fun Video: Can We Go Home AGain?

Photo taken by my father fishing in the Elk Valley

My father fishing in the Elk Valley many years ago

The video produced by the folks of Elkford B.C. Canada tweaked  a nostalgic region in my heart, and made me grin.  Elkford exists in  coal mining country in Southeast British Columbia, near the Alberta Border.   Being raised in the area, the scenery is familiar, and the wilderness a reminder of a camping trips far from Sparwood, my home.  Elkford community was after my time, but the geography is the same.   Visit my childhood with me?

Returning to my rearing ground many times over the years, I felt like a fist pulled out of a bucket of water.  When I left,  Sparwood filled in the hole like I was never there.  A few dear friends remain but our lives have kept us far afield, and the visits occur in a venue much changed.  Have you tried to go back to a special place and found it lovely but no longer yours?

Thankfully, new places become special and the poignant massage fades.

Senior Moments

I was sitting in the White Horse Pub in San Francisco, waiting for my daughter to get off her shift as bar tender and wait staff in the dining area.  I had just flown into Oakland Airport, took the shuttle bus to the Pub.  The shuttle driver had allowed me to sit in the front seat.  Getting out, I inadvertently bumped the lock switch and locked the luggage in the Van, motor running etc.  Poor man didn’t have a spare key.  He had to get his boss to come from Daley City with a key. As I waited, I felt a poem coming on. So here it is.

A lovely sunset viewed through the green trees of life.

If my life is but a day,
The afternoon is waning.
The evening’s gulls sail through the mist,
Time’s momentum … gaining.

As the sun dips slowly down
It sends arrays of light
Fills horizon’s clouds with pink
To ward away the night.

How do I feel about this time?
Wanting still to give?
I slowly slip to join the twilight,
Wanting so to live.

Tulip Festival in Mount VernonI reach back but can’t retrieve
The days that have gone by.
I can only reminisce
And breathe nostalgic sigh.

Concurrent things do settle in …
A sort of letting go …
Accepting peacefully “what is”
And there I too can grow.

Is it that beauty comes with age?
The quiet gentle knowing?
Facing weakness with great grace
Is it the best of growing?

Seattle Zoo ... Couldn't find a cougar, but ... smile!

A streak of absent mindedness,
A painful here and there.
Ah, yes! Like birth, this death must come …
We must begin … prepare.

Relax and watch the growth and learn …
Serenity sublime.
For we are not descending here,
But instead we climb.

Towards we know not what, but trust
That Chaos has a plan.
Our lives the blueprint, Birth to Death …
The making of a Man.

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