There are moments in
one's life, at least I hope there are, when they feel like they see for the
first time. The ordinary hills, trees,
sidewalk one has walked upon and through a million times is seen as though new and
foreign and it commands awe. That was
today. Born a Calgarian who has lived in
Manitoba, BC, the U.S., Central American, Asia and Europe, I keep coming home -
to many people's surprise. The comments
of surprise and wonder at my desire to move back to 'cow-town' are numerous,
and I myself am increasingly surprised at the distain Calgarians (and, let's be
honest - insert any city dweller here) hold for their own city. If you are unhappy, dear human, then
move. But I can assure you of this - it
is not the beauty of a city, the temperature, weather, politics or city
organisation that makes a city worth living in - there is so much more to life,
people, community and meaning (that comes with struggle) that encourage my
decision to settle where I have.
Moderate weather alone will not cut it.
As I reflect on my happiest times in life, they have been when I had less distraction from the moment - less Facebook -, when my life was simpler -I had less - and when I lived in community. Today, as I walked along a sidewalk in a suburban community in south west Calgary, I was in awe of the blueness of the sky. The sky here in Alberta is brilliant. It is so big and obnoxiously and joyously bright. And that blue - it is so pure and beaming - like it was the first blue ever created. And then there is the snow - or rather, sparkles, under my feet and all around me. The crunch and squish cut the silence of the crisp, still space of this area - until you run into the bushes of a hundred little birds, who cannot stop chattering excitedly at the sparkly decorations of their home. The birch trees, rooted and strong play games with the sun's rays. They are happy just to be. A reminder of the joy of stillness and quiet. And among those trees, I fell in love again - with this life so generously given to me. What blessed creatures we are, to be able to call this place our home.
And so the decision stands and is confirmed again. It's the simple, and the still moments of looking around that we realize the beauty of life and being alive. And I am grateful and elated, like the birds.
As I reflect on my happiest times in life, they have been when I had less distraction from the moment - less Facebook -, when my life was simpler -I had less - and when I lived in community. Today, as I walked along a sidewalk in a suburban community in south west Calgary, I was in awe of the blueness of the sky. The sky here in Alberta is brilliant. It is so big and obnoxiously and joyously bright. And that blue - it is so pure and beaming - like it was the first blue ever created. And then there is the snow - or rather, sparkles, under my feet and all around me. The crunch and squish cut the silence of the crisp, still space of this area - until you run into the bushes of a hundred little birds, who cannot stop chattering excitedly at the sparkly decorations of their home. The birch trees, rooted and strong play games with the sun's rays. They are happy just to be. A reminder of the joy of stillness and quiet. And among those trees, I fell in love again - with this life so generously given to me. What blessed creatures we are, to be able to call this place our home.
And so the decision stands and is confirmed again. It's the simple, and the still moments of looking around that we realize the beauty of life and being alive. And I am grateful and elated, like the birds.
