A representation of the possibilities of life: observing the sunrise
A beginning after a full moon night.
A beginning after a dream-filled night.
A beginning of what is not known.
A beginning. Each day is a beginning.
Moon rise on Nose Hill.
From one of the crests of Nose Hill I stood between east and west. Between moon rise and sun set.
I felt seen.
Strange feeling. Nice feeling. Want-to-repeat feeling. hahaha.
This morning I met Ally, a woman walking Myto, her lovely dog. She mentioned Nose Hill is considered by many to be the form of a dragon. She mentioned, (and a medicine wheel at the top of nose hill may confirm), Nose Hill is a sacred place to Indigenous peoples. The mystery of Nose Hill deepens…