Sunday was a gorgeous day, the warmest I suspect of the year to date. Waking early we decided to ditch the yard work we had planned and drive the back roads to Kamloops where the Thompson Nicola Shuswap chapter of the FCA was hosting the last day of its annual regional art show.
The work was lovely to view, always so much different than on line. There were a larger number of signature artists contributing work for view and it was nice to see familiar names on unfamiliar styles or sporting subjects outside of the expected.
I love the building that houses the show, a heritage courthouse on the grand scale, one my Dad worked in when I was in my teens and he was the Sheriff. Urns of mini daffodils, sunshine pansey, grape hyacinths and yellow tulips with a back bone of spring twigs sit on the somber stone steps and lead you inside to three separations of art venues. The ghosts of days gone by are quiet.
We ran some errands, enjoyed a nice lunch and arrived to sit in the stands of the baseball park two pitches before the announcer said, ‘AND THAT’S THE GAME!’A walk through the emerging stages of the butterfly garden, and through the native plant trail was enough of a delay for a new game to begin. My husband is the baseball fan, but I can sit happily in the sun and watch the crowd, the broader experience is not wasted on me.
A very beautiful drive with mountain blue birds and a few moments with God’s Dog, as a friend in Alaska calls the coyote, and home to re work the chores lists to be above board for the new week. I will leave the images of that moment, that lifts my heart this morning, and a quote I found regarding mindfulness. One day flows into the next and still everything is new again.
‘Coyotes move within a landscape of attentiveness. I have seen their eyes in the creosote bushes and among mesquite trees. They have watched me. And all the times that I saw no eyes, that I kept walking and never knew, there were still coyotes. When I have seen them trot away, when I have stepped from the floorboard of my truck, leaned on the door, and watched them as they watched me over their shoulders, I have been aware for that moment of how much more there is. Of how I have only seen only an instant of a broad and rich life.”
― Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild