Dark Sky


Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” – Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam

A river of rain on its way from the Philippine islands hit the West Coast this week blasting apart the lingering ice and snow. During a recent winter wander just as this storm started, I noticed quite a change from the once in a generation weather that gave us frozen ponds and high drifts. This new weather brought warmer temperatures and a just rain-washed freshness to the air teasing me with thoughts of spring…

My thoughts are still tangled up in winter though, an evening out last week with my friend Yvonne to visit with her family (about 45 minutes outside of Vancouver) brought back an iconic Canadian memory to mind – we drove past a small group of young men and boys playing hockey in the cold air on a small frozen pond, something I experienced while living in the province of New Brunswick, my brother and I discovering a naturally frozen expanse among a stand of trees just across the street from where we lived. I remember the sound of sharpened skate blades tracing patterns on the frozen surface, the frosty air colouring our cheeks rosy red and the thrill of being on our very own secret skating rink, hockey sticks in hand. Winter images that remind me of glitter dusted Christmas cards lovingly collected.

As the winter wonderland fades away and our weather patterns return to normal, my thoughts often return to the anticipation that bubbled up around the dawning of this brand new year – always a good time for starting new projects, packing away any bits and pieces that don’t suit as we dream of all the unfolding days ahead. I can still feel that excitement but lately there is a thread of anxiety trying to push away those feelings – the news and mainstream newspapers are sounding an alarm about the other new year upon us, a year that promises to change the world as we know it. As I begin to bump up against the unknown edges of this brand new year, it may be time to put away the resolutions and list of goals – if I find myself in the eye of the storm underneath a dark sky there will be only one question to ask myself, ” Who am I here to be?”

A perfect spot for some winter thoughts at Second Beach (Vancouver, B.C.).

A perfect spot for some winter thoughts at Second Beach (Vancouver, B.C.).

Snow dusted trees and trail in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

Snow dusted trees and trail in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

A view of an icy Lost Lagoon and the Vancouver skyline.

A view of an icy Lost Lagoon and the Vancouver skyline.

Another shot of the adorable polar bears returning home from their

Another shot of the adorable polar bears returning home from their “Bright Nights” gig in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

               In memory of Matt S.

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I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.
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30 Responses to Dark Sky

  1. You writing always hold such beautiful and deep thoughts, and this question “Who am I here to be?” will always urge the heart to seek. Maybe the reflective and silent reminiscing will reveal the answers.

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  2. Shirley Ross says:

    For light to poke through, there must be the darkness. And with the darkness comes the pain, breath held, we look for the sun, the shining on the waters, the liquidity oozing from the bark of the trees, the orchestration of the drip, drip, of the leaves. The scream of the birds, unsettled, cold the cadence, and suddenly , somewhere comes relief. For some we feel the darkness, for others they have reached the warmth of the sun..
    Lovely Blog, To Matt.

    Love Mom

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  3. ugetse says:

    Very touching words from you and your mom. My heart is with Yvonne , her companion and his great loss. After the immense pain, a bouquet of sun rays from the sky will bring the best memories alive. Rip Matt🌟.🙏🏼😢🙏🏼😢🙏🏼🌟 thank you Kim for your profound caring.

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  4. M. Miles says:

    I hope to experience winters like the “glitter dusted Christmas cards” someday. Oh for a frozen pond!

    I am feeling very anxious about the new year too. Perhaps you are right that the wisest move is to put away our own resolutions and open our minds to whatever the world calls us to be. I’ll be thinking about that.

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  5. Rachel McKee says:

    Your post spoke to my heart.

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  6. Such a thoughtful post, Kim! This one has many memories and emotions attached. Wishing you all strength that your eyes do not loose sight of the light on the darkest night!

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  7. A beautiful post. I love Khalil Gibran.

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  8. Sorry phone playing up. The ice skating sounds so soothing. Have a lovely week.😊

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  9. Reading your offerings never fails to give me a sense of deja vu…not in the sense that I’ve read them before…rather, the feeling that I’ve known them since I first fell in love with reading all those decades ago…you speak a language that resonates so deeply….if words are music, you are playing my jam! Thank you for sharing your amazing gift…it makes the world such a beautiful place 🙂

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  10. You take absolutely stunning photos. I’ve never been to Vancouver but really hope to go eventually! For now, I’ll see it through your eyes!

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  11. Very touching . I love this post . 🙂

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  12. unsaid words says:

    Khalil Gibran words are love.Such a beautiful post and stunning photos

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  13. Moony says:

    I love the quote you put at the beginning of the post – it’s beautifully prosaic. And I definitely agree that nature is perhaps the world’s greatest works of art 🙂 I also like those wintry photos, especially as someone who’s only seen snow once in her life.


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