we took the kids to the george c. reifel migratory bird sanctuary last weekend. i didn't even know it existed until a few months ago.
i never fail to find myself in awe when my view of our vancouver backyard expands.
it was a wonderful afternoon, full of excitement and discovery. i'll never forget how happy the kids were, to clutch a small bag of bird seed as we explored the trails: offerings for friends they hoped would follow them home. i think we'll go back for an extended stay - with a picnic, drawing supplies, and a stroller next time. perhaps deeper into fall, wearing sweaters and toques. oh yes.
the idea of returning to a sanctuary is more comforting than i can say.
these days have been rather trying. the wife and i have been grappling with our responsibilities: what we control, what we don't, what we can help, what we can't. we've been weighing our obligations, coming to conclusions that are difficult to accept, making decisions that range from petty to impossible.
it's all just life, really. growing up is such hard work at any age.
to counter all the things that whelm with varying levels of ebb and flow, i am practicing gratitude.
i am all gratitude for the three people that are my home, my centre, my safe place, my sanctuary. because in the end, whatever happens, whatever choices each of us make, whatever consequences follow, we return to each other, and start again.