Spring comes earlier here in Victoria than it did in Prince George or Lillooet. There are new buds and shoots and even flowers starting to show up everywhere. The excitement of new growth and the promise of a glorious new season are in the air. I have run across a poem that says it all. The beautiful words somehow soften, at least in the moment, the serious threat of global warming. So here's to our mother, Nature, and to all of you whom I love: "Twenty Blessings"
May Venus shine through your window.
May cats wind themselves around your legs.
May you hear bitterns boom in the reeds.
May your friends write you letters.
May you walk through waves on the shore.
May dogs roll their eyes at you.
May the Moon's magic re-create you.
May you sit with stones at your back.
May butterflies fly in your garden.
May you hear the sound of geese at sunset.
May you always sing in harmony.
May foxgloves grow tall around you.
May grass grow short at your feet
May you heal the world with your touch.
May you remember the flight of the Golden Plover.
May you be filled with joy at sunrise.
May your crops be plentiful.
May you walk in the cool of the day.
May daisies decorate your room.
May all shadows be made by bright sunshine.
May silence give you peace.
(Sue Richards)
