As I write this fireworks are going off all over town. Why?
It's the Victoria Day weekend, and although it is strange we
still have a holiday on Queen Victoria's birthday -- or the
nearest Monday to it. And firecrackers are part of the celebration.
A lovely thing happened yesterday -- a fellow came to the
door trying to get us to sign up for a charity. As I was talking
to him, wearing my mask, Steven came into the hallway, and
said that he donates to that charity regularly. The young fellow
had told me it was his birthday, and I said, "we have to sing
happy birthday to him." And Steven and I did.
But before this young man moved on, very happy that we sang
to him, he noticed this painting on the wall, and said that it is "cool."
It seemed early to quote an article from last December about the
painting, but it also says it all:
"I've read a lot of articles lately about finding out who you are.
This painting is based on a photo of me at a young age, sitting
on the dock at the cottage my parents rented against a backdrop
of my son's mother-in-law's view at her cottage.
The painting hangs inside our front door -- and reminds me, the
grown up, supposed adult, to know this is my essence -- a
happy kid who loves to play, and read, and loves beauty. Being at the
cottage when I was a child was the easiest place to find equilibrium,
because the setting was beautiful, and my parents who were lovely
people, but also critical, and back in the city highly disciplinarian
were happy, and distracted. In other words no one paid
attention to me except my aunts and uncles down the path, and
my cousins. So fun was possible and available."
Have a loving your life day.