Meanwhile, the cooler temperatures and the regular watering seems to be keeping the plants happy. Blooms everywhere, colour to counteract the grey skies. . .
But eventually, the horses were out of sight, and we veered away from the beach, into the park, following one of the many trails through the forested area. A few giants are left to remind us what once was here -- today's park is only a pale echo of the deep green world the Coast Salish people moved through (if you're at all interested in the park's history, Jean Barman's Stanley Park's Secret is a great resource). Still, that pale echo is enough to deepen breathing, slow heartrates, and broaden perspectives -- and we're into this green trail within 30 minutes' walk from home.
favourite Korean spot. . .
In fact, the latest comment there seems particularly worth drawing your attention to. The comment is worth reading in its entirety, but Penny (whose blog, The Homemade Heart, I read and enjoy) closes with words that really resonate with me, I think because they point to a balance between effort and reward, enthusiasm and delicacy, even perhaps pleasure and pain: "Essentially making friends is just about reaching out, but without becoming emotionally flayed in the process. Keeping and nurturing meaningful friendships is about revealing more, within a more developed relationship, and finding that it resonates with the other person, and of course that doesn't happen with every friend, and it would be a bit exhausting if it did. Maturity helps."
I'll leave you to ponder that. I've run with my sister already this morning, written this blog, and now I'm settling into an armchair with a mystery novel. If you care to know what I'm reading, check out my latest post over on my reading blog. And if you care to leave a comment, either here or there, well, you should know by now how much I'll appreciate that. Happy Wednesday!