I didn't think I'd write a post today. It was kind of a "free day" for me. My sister Paula took the day off and planned a trip to Peggy's Cove. Dad would stay with my brother-in-law Larry and nephew Colin.
I wasn't expecting any life-altering or deep thoughts in my tourist--sightseeing day. I was expecting a great, fun day with my sister. I got that.
I wasn't expecting any life-altering or deep thoughts in my tourist--sightseeing day. I was expecting a great, fun day with my sister. I got that.
Before we hit Peggy's Cove, we stopped at the memorial for Swissair 111. I was impressed with the simple shell-shaped granite slabs that marked the lives lost. Beautiful, fitting.
And then the Cove.
Aside from the picture-perfect village and slightly picture-weary lighthouse, there was granite. Astounding waves of granite. Granite that has withstood the ravages of time, glaciers, millions of tourists and the continuous pounding of the Atlantic.
And while at first glance the granite looks solid, on closer inspection, scratches and fissures - faults - can be seen.
I started thinking that all of those fissures started out as small nicks left behind by massive glaciers. Time and other natural stresses made them bigger and bigger to the point where some threaten to break the unbreakable rock in two.
And then, in the midst of the expanse of grey, I caught sight of a small wisp of green. Walked closer and sure enough, three blades of grass were blowing in the wind. There was grass growing on solid rock.
No, there was grass growing in the crack in solid rock.
Pretty much the premise of my little blog. So many things can be seen as cracks, fissures, faults in our lives. The A, B, C, Ds (Alzheimer's, Breast Cancer, Down syndrome) in the title can be seen as threats to the constancy and solidity of my life. But they are also opportunities for growth.
I'm rooting (pun intended) for those three blades of grass.
