Showing posts with label Sebastian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sebastian. Show all posts

Sunday, June 16, 2013

The Road Map to Heaven


"My dad's dead,"
comes a little voice
from the back seat.

"I know.
We all miss Papa, don't we?"

"I don't miss him."

"You don't?"

"No, because I see him
in my dream.
There is a door,
and I go through,
because he wants me with him,
and I say to him,
'I love you, Papa,'
and then we're happy."

Silence and reflection,
while I remember:
"Unless ye become
as little children,
ye cannot enter
the kingdom of Heaven."

I had written something else for the Pantry at Poets United, which this week is honoring fathers. But last night this conversation happened, and I doubt there could be a sweeter expression of love for a father than this little guy's.


Sunday, May 20, 2012

Sebastian's Journey

Today was overcast, not a good day for the lake. So we went to my (and Pup's) favorite spot: Stamp Falls, where the river is in full roar right now.




This little wayfarer is three year old Sebastian, who is my sidekick one weekend a month (this time for four days), so his foster mom can have a break.



He is adorable, and loves nature the way I do. He can be made totally happy with one small creek and a handful of stones! Being in nature is one gift I give all the kids in my care, as I have done all through the years. It is a gift that seems to stay with them through life.







Sebastian, contemplating the traditional hunting and fishing grounds of his ancestors,
the Nuu Chah Nulth First Nations.











Stamp Falls is the main channel for the salmon to make their migration every fall. The current is strong, especially farther down-river, where they make a perilous leap up the rocks, against the current, on their journey.














Sebastian is on a journey too, one more little wayfarer whose path crosses mine for a time. I think back to all the little boys who have walked beside me here, 
looking up at me with their trusting eyes and little smiling faces.




Of course, we spoke of Pup here, as for so many years every time I came here, it was with him. This was his favorite place locally, as it is the wildest. His wolf howl likely can be heard here nights, under the full moon. Next full moon, I must come and listen.





The salmons' natural route is up the rocks on the left. On the right, a corner of the man-made fish ladder, their alternate route, can be seen. It is a glorious thing, every fall, to watch them making their mighty leap against the current, falling back to gather in the calmer resting pools down river, then trying yet again.
















Spring blossoms in the wilderness.



Little sojourner, on The Path.



As he scampers away, it occurs to me that this little boy, 
too, is on a path that soon will lead him away from me, 
and on to others' caring arms. 

This life has taught me so much about
loving and letting go. 

I think I am about ready to receive
my Masters' in this particular field of study!