CBC NEWS - September 2016 - Vikram Vij visits Regan's Story Stone, one of his favourite spots in Vancouver. "Every time I read that poem I remember the reason why I live in this beautiful place. It puts things into perspective." See the photos and read the article here.
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"Ten years from now, I hope you will be sitting up some night at midnight under the light at the kitchen table – writing. Not because you have a paper due the next day or because someone has given you an ‘assignment’ – but because you are hurting or grieving or confused, or because you are collecting some of the small joys of your day, or because you need to let go of some anger. Whatever the reason, you’ll be sitting there at that table writing because you are a writer. My wish is for you to be a lifelong writer. My hope is that writing will be a tool – an emotional, intellectual, and spiritual tool – to help you survive and grow and find meaning and purpose and peace in your life.”
—from Writing and Being by G. Lynn Nelson
It is probably fair to say that one of the things for which Vancouver is most famous is rain. It is true that it can and will rain here for weeks on end. Several years ago I found myself coming close to being thoroughly disgusted with the rain, unusual for me as it usually bothers me not at all. I was walking home from work and was mumbling under my breath the whole way, carrying on about how this weather was suited only to ducks. The building I lived in at the time was a large square building surrounding a brick courtyard. I came around the corner into the courtyard and there, to my amazement, was a beautiful white Peking duck, having a ball in a huge puddle in the middle of the courtyard. It was quacking and splashing with such obvious delight that I had to smile, glad that such joy could be found in the grey wetness of such a day.
I, for one, really love the rain in Vancouver. I have been told that the Inuit have hundreds of words for snow. I have often thought we don’t have nearly enough words for rain, for there are so many types of rain. There is soft rain and hard rain, straight rain and sideways rain, rain that makes you instantly wet, and rain that leaves soft kisses on your cheek, like the wings of a butterfly. There is cold rain and warm rain, go out for a walk rain and stay in bed with the cats rain. There is booming rain and whispery rain, rain that lulls you to sleep and rain that sings you awake. The rain brings us all the shades of grey, but it also brings us the wonderful greenery which surrounds and blesses us.
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