January 6, the feast of the magi.
Thirty-nine years ago, after four days of driving from Ontario, with my husband and our first English Setter, Beckey, in our VW Scirocco in record breaking cold, we arrived in Edmonton, Alberta. Just married six months earlier, we made, in what hindsight has proved again and again, the right decision to accept the offer of a new position for him which included moving expenses, and set up home on a rented acreage east of the city. I’m always mindful of the day, date, and its portent of a new beginning for us.
Today, a day that looks and feels much like that day we arrived – brilliant sunshine in an Alberta blue sky, light snow cover, cold but not too cold. Another English Setter (our fifth), Annie, keeping us company in our home office. Ubiquitous truck and SUV have long replaced that sports car. Still east of the city in a suburban house that’s been a comfortable home for decades. Both of us self employed with consulting contracts that fulfill and affirm and leave time to pursue other pleasures and dreams.
Recent shifts in work and relationships have conjured within the persistent archetypal image of magi wandering in the desert, with only the star and intuition to guide them.
Recalling that night thirty-nine years ago, driving west across the cold, flat Saskatchewan prairie, lit only by a billion stars and luminous moon. Wondering, what new beginning harkens? Then? Now?
“Pick a date and do the thing. There is no rule that saysStory People
you have to feel ready before you say yes to your dreams.”
Today, a new year, a new decade, a new blog. Saying yes, once again.