The day began with an encounter; I met a mother, Kristina and her son Nicholis and their dog, Lady. How apt, on Mother’s day to greet, and meet and talk to a lovely young mother who was kind enough to share her daily routine with me.
There is this melody that I hum, as I hike through the trails of Jasper National Park, near Lac Beauvert. I first heard Shelly O’Brien’s Song, OH PERFECT DAY, when she sang and played her Ukelele while travelling on the Via Rail, The Canadian. At the time we were westward bound, with the golden glow of a 4pm sunlight streaming through the coachcar windows.
The song starts out slowly with her strumming and humming the words…
You rise like a painted sun
hung ,
from the sky
You rise,
I find I’ve begun
and I grow, I grow and I grow…… OH PERFECT DAY, … be my maker. be my maker . be.my maker
You shine like a tarnished star into the sky, you shine
I find where you are , and follow follow follow
OH PERFECT DAY
Be my keeper , be my keeper be my keeper
Will you tell me what you’re made of ..will you tell me what you’re made of , made of
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