Chris and I woke up, had coffee then proceeded to get ready for our hike. We packed our breakfast (trail mix, eggs, cheese, cookies and more coffee) and headed to Guelph Line in Campbellville. It is -10 out but feels like -17 with the windchill and man is there ever a windchill today! There is snow all over the ground, looks beautiful and more snow is lightly falling as we begin our hike into the forest. After about an hour's hike we reach Hilton Falls to find a roaring fire already going, as one of the park keepers drives off in his white Halton Conservation Area truck. I mouth "good morning" as he is already buttoned up by the time we reach the truck. As the fire warms our bones and spirits we sit virtually alone, except for some noise full chickadees and a handful of fellow adventurers, some hikers, some bikers but none of them stay longer than a moment by the fire. They exchange a similar sentiment with us each time "good morning," "beautiful day," and "it's nice to see the fire going." Chris and I are the lucky ones, not just because of the hike , the beautiful morning, the free time and zero obligations on a Sunday to relax by a fire (and drink coffee, snack and chat). I also think we are lucky because we realize the importance of doing so, how valuable to the soul it is to peer into a fire every so often. To stop to feel the heat of the flames against your frozen fingertips and to know as we gaze and listen to the hiss and pops of this ancient marvel, that we are among generations of our ancestors to do so. That we are a link in a human chain that depends on the beauty, grace and strength of fire. Without this "life force" we would cease to exist. So we take more than a moment, we sit and we look and we enjoy, because, we are the lucky ones.
Love is getting someone a glass of water in the middle of the night.
Love is a valentine with lace all around the edges.
Love is looking out for your friends.
Love is a phone call.
Love is a helping hand.
Love is trust.
Love is being nominated for the neighborhood dog of the year.
Love is eating out with your whole family.
Love is rooting together for your team.
Love is wanting to make someone smile.
Love is listening without interrupting.
Love is being polite to people.
Love is helping your team to win.
Love is visiting a sick friend.
Love is watching someone else’s boring show on T.V.
Love is sitting all the way through a recital.
Love is believing in someone.
Love is not littering.
Love is helping someone through his battles.
Love is hoping that she hasn’t forgotten you.
Love is walking in the rain together.
Love is making fudge together.
Love is flowers from your favorite person.
Love is being tolerant.
Love is meeting someone by the pencil sharpener.
Love is letting your house guest have your room.
Love is waking someone up from a bad dream.
Love is making plans together.
Love is wondering what he is doing right now this very moment.
Love is being a good loser.
Love is buying somebody a present with your own money.
Love is passing notes back and forth in school.
Love is being hospitable.
Love is letting him win even though you know you could slaughter him.
Love is being happy just knowing that she’s happy… but that isn’t so easy.
Love is dressing up for someone.
Love is a push in the right direction.
Love is not nagging.
Love is being faithful to the very end.
Love is when your friends ask to give you a testimonial dinner.
Love is tickling.
Love is an invitation to lunch.
Love is allowing someone to sleep late.
Love is committing yourself in writing.
Love is hating to say goodbye.
Love is mussing up someone’s hair.
Love is loaning your best comic magazines.
Love is walking hand-in-hand.
Love is helping your sister with her homework.
Love is a letter on pink stationery.
Love is being a good watch dog.
Love is wishing you had nerve enough to go over and talk with that little girl with the red hair.
Love is being patient with your little brother.
Love is close dancing.
Love is standing in a doorway just to see her if she comes walking by.
Love is a flag.
Love is a goodnight kiss.
Love is a smile even when he keeps you waiting.
Love is the whole world.
For me... Love is spending your honeymoon in Algonquin Park. Love is being woken each day with a kiss. Love is the laughter that comes after the tears. Love is pizza on Friday night. Love is someone shrinking your favourite sweater. Love is snow on a Valentine's Day....
I recently read an amazing lttile book, that I think is a must read for everyone. It is called "Bees" By Candace Savage. This book provides a detailed scientific journey of a lifetime of devotion by Karl von Frisch and Martin Lindauer to unravel the unique world of bees. Woven throughout this beautiful book are illustartions, photos and lyrical musings caputuring the essence and significants of the bees imprint on our world.