Sunday we had a big blow over here in Powell River. Ferries cancelled, tired punk rock bands riding out the storm in the historic Rodmay Hotel in Town Site. Visitors get upset by this interruption caused by mother nature’s rudeness. Islanders react much like the tide, they just go with the flow.
Monday morning when I woke up, looking across to Vancouver Island I could its spine cutting through the clouds. The weather was breaking up.
The downpour now was a trickle, mist that strangely just seem to hang in the moment. It was a gentle awakening
I’ve fallen in love with forest that climbs up from Willingdon Beach, it is a roller coaster ride beauty. I have no map, other than a primal gps system that gives me a mysterious sense of direction.
Off I go, and suddenly I’m surrounded by sound and beauty. The streams, a torrential symphony, and the leaves, burning passion poured everywhere.
When I come to this “ pool of tranquility “, I am overcome.
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