|This morning, final scramble to the top.|
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights? In sunsets?
In midnights? In cups of coffee?
In inches? In miles?
In laughter? In strife?
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
how do you measure a year in the life?
Today, June 21st, is the Summer Solstice. Scheduled to be an extremely full day, there would be no spare moments. But there was something three of us had to do, first thing. We knew that on this special day, we had to climb to a high place. It would be the beginning of a new "season", in many ways. And so the alarm was set for 0500 hrs - just moments before the dawn, following the shortest night of the year.
The closest "high" place to us is the landmark "cross" on Mount Tzouhalem, an elevated point over the fertile Cowichan Valley, very near where we live. The elevation gain is almost 1000 feet. The trail is familiar, having hiked / run that same route to the top well over 500 times since moving to Vancouver Island almost ten years ago. Each and every time, looking down over the Valley, the Gulf Islands and the Salish Sea, and across the water to the snow-capped Olympic Mountains in Washington, we have felt the exhilaration of fresh perspectives and renewed energy.
|High over the Cowichan Valley, early on the Summer Solstice.|
A chapter had turned on a "season of love", never to be forgotten and to be cherished forever. I look at the Summer Solstice now as the beginning of a new season in life. Summer is here, and the seasons of fall, winter, and spring will follow - as they always have. There may be, for us all, transitions and challenges, heartaches and joys, triumphs and days when things don't work out the way we would like them to - for all of these things are the very "gist" of life. But through everything, we can grow and achieve a depth of understanding in marvellous and meaningful ways.
"Yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow but a vision.
But today well lived
makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
and every tomorrow a dream of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day. Such is the salutation to the dawn."
May each day, well lived, always be the measure of our lives.
And may your Summer Solstice be a "season of love".