Connecting with past "moments"...

I must confess that, although we live on an island, in sight of snow-capped mountains, surrounded by the sea, in a place that is described by visitor brochures as "Super, Natural" (which it is), I feel a fondness for a certain "Big City". We both grew up (mostly) there. We met there. We fell in love there. We discovered kayaking near there. We first tried running for fun, barely holding lunch down (OK, that was just me), around a high school quarter-mile track there.

The "City" - so much diversity, so culturally rich, so many delicious aromas of an abundance of ethnic treats. The "City", so distant from the pristine sandstone sculptures of these Gulf Islands, and yet, somehow, naturally nestled into the "designer" shore of an inland sea.

A world away and yet, a world that still resides within, and therefore, even after so many years away, there is a sense of having connected with something reminiscent of "home". Strange, how something deep inside, after so long, feels a comfort, and an at-oneness with it all.

In a world that can sometimes feel lonely, I think it is the sense of "connection" to the past that can reassure, encourage, and warm the soul. This very moment, in another instant, will be the "past". All the more reason to make this moment a good one.

Live, simply, in the present,

Duncan.