We went walking with friends in town today on the steep paths of Tin Can Hill and out onto the ice of the Great Slave Lake. It was only minus 5 and the sun gave off a magical light that made me think of hope, optimism, warm slippers, good friends and everything that is wonderful about life. I have only ever seen that exact quality of light here in the North.
Bill and Mark walked ahead while Gabby and I followed. The two dogs, Lily and Princess ran back and forth and around in circles in unbridled enthusiasm at each other’s company.
Gabby and I talked about the soul. About how to understand what it is our souls want. And about how, then, to find the courage to let it do what it wants to do, even though it doesn’t care about money, prestige, what the world thinks or any of the other concerns that entangle us on a daily basis. About how frightening it all is.
Then the dogs raced around us again. We forgot our deep musings, laughed and just luxuriated in the magic of the light and the day. Probably what our souls wanted all along.
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