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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

It's a cool summer in Summerland, and I am about to leave. I have been taking photographs, mostly of flowers. Here is one of my recent ones...very Georgia O'Keeffe, I guess...it's quite beautiful around here right now. Tonight's particular Beauty was the Feast of Mercy (well named, well named) held at Farideh, Sia and Mish's house. I was invited to a farewell dinner before the Feast, and Farideh had made Persian dinner extraordinaire, followed by homemade Persian baklava. I cannot describe the taste of heaven, but it must include ground almonds, cardamom, and rose water.

At the Feast itself, we offered prayers for women who have recently left this world and are hopefully journeying in the invisible gardens of God. This post is, in part, an In Memoriam for a young one gone too soon. My cousin, Steve McLean, lost his daughter Lisa to a house fire last weekend. I am thinking of him, of her mother and three sisters, and am comforted in part by something which was shared by one of the relatives. She had seen Lisa, radiant, arm-in-arm with Grandmother Joyce (my mother's sister), in the gardens. Non-believers say to those of us that such visions are wishful thinking; those of us who are believers need not worry about such skepticism. We know what we see and feel, and I am heartened to think of that young one joyously received by her family, and mine. This news followed hard upon hearing about my old friend Edwina finally losing her courageous battle with cancer, and an acquaintance lost her daughter, only short months after losing her son. Heaven is gathering.

I am deeply conscious, as I prepare to journey homeward, of the blessings and mercy of love. Farideh showered me not only with delicious foods, and prayers, and our community with her incomparable hospitality, but with a Persian shawl, a card of the Greatest Name, her original Persian artwork, and her husband, Sia, presented me with sprigs of Japanese honeysuckle. Have you ever smelled Japanese honeysuckle? Its combination of intense perfume, delicate blossoms, and perfect colour overwhelmed me, once again, with the infinite variation of God's creation.

This is the Bahá'í Feast of Mercy. I feel like I've been bathed in a sensual blessing of mercy, through the gentle kindness of my friends here in Summerland, through the prayers offered for women wandering the gardens of the next world, and through the wash of tears. I am deeply grateful for the community here, and their welcome, as I set out.

On Friday I will begin the long drive home. I am going home. I will exit singing.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

My time in British Columbia is drawing to a close. We have two weeks and two days of school left; the students are finished on Friday. Then it's time for Administration: report cards, planning, year-end discussions. Bernie was here for a few days last weekend and we had a delightful time, exploring this area a bit more and also travelling to Lumby to see a couple of friends there. We also hosted a dinner and a small dessert party for local friends, so it was a busy time, and Bern got many of my books packed and sent home by bus. All in all, despite the unseasonable cool and way too much rain, life goes kindly day by day.

Soon I will journey, by car, from here to home in Gatineau. I plan to stop with my sister Andrea in Saskatoon, coinciding with a visit to her from our parents, and will also visit with various Saskatchewan friends. Then Bernie will join us in S'toon for a short visit before he and I head east together. Thankfully, then, I don't have to do the whole drive by myself. I shall return to a July garden in full bloom, to editing a couple of my books (another has been recommended for publication by its editors, so pending approval there'll be work to do on that) and spending some time with my children, before two of them head to new cities, one to university in the West and one to work in the Maritimes.

I'll post some pictures soon.