Friday, 22 July 2011
Down A Very Steep Hill.
Down a very steep hill, about a thirty minute walk from my mum and step-dad's home, is the shoreline of a town named White Rock, British Columbia. If you've ever been to White Rock, you will know what I mean about that very steep hill.
When I got to to the bottom of that very steep hill, before me was the twilight vision of White Rock pier.
I strolled along the pier and looked at the twinkling lights along the White Rock shoreline.
Here is a view from the end of the pier. I stood there and thought about the deeply profound and inspirational moments of my trip back home to Canada.
Back to the beginning point of the pier and night had immersed the White Rock sky. I turned around and realised that now I would have to go back up that very steep hill.
Back to the house and one last sleep. I looked out my bedroom window and knew that soon, very soon, I would be back in England. Back to my other life, my other world, a different reality.
Thank you Hope, thank you Vancouver, thank you White Rock, thank you Canada. Thank you to my friends and family for making this the most poignant and profound experience of my life.
I dedicate this posting to my friend and a man I call my brother. Wayne, the shackles have been broken and you are free to fly.....