Our World In A Snow Globe

WITH ALL the natural beauty in the Southwest Coast of BC, there is no need to stray from familiar paths.

The trail (below) at Blackie Spit Park in Crescent Beach is one I know well. The scene transforms with the seasons and is never dull. But if it were in a snow globe, its flakes would be few.

Although some see gray skies, the light that creeps through the trees is aglow with subtly changing colour.


Birds chirp loudly in this rainforest climate. Their vigorous chorus is hushed when winter breezes blow through the quivering leaves in delightful, sometimes frightening ways. I walk wooded and seaside paths almost daily. The scenery is enchanting but my well-trod destinations would likely have been viewed as far from adventurous by Ralph Waldo Emerson who said, "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."

Whether forging new trails or being refreshed by the old, it is strange to think that wherever I roam, my journey is confined to one earthly dome of circling seasons in space. Everything and everyone in this place is subject to the same upheavals, storms, sparkles and gravity as the fairy (above) in her decorative globe. Together we are having the best adventure imaginable ... sailing the universe in a fantastical blue-green bubble that is our home.

There was no spinning sensation, though, when I recently walked down a Vancouver street bordered by mossy big trees. The bent limbs reaching out from opposite sides of the road linked in a canopy sheltering travelers below.

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