Peace in Vanderhoof, while Egypt is in turmoil.

After last fall’s colourful serene bounty it was impossible to expect a rich transformation made of only two colors, white and blue.  When I arrived, it was like an awakening from a lost paradise to a different, but in beauty, likewise scenario. 

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After last fall’s colourful serene bounty it was impossible to expect a rich transformation made of only two colors, white and blue.  When I arrived, it was like an awakening from a lost paradise to a different, but in beauty, likewise scenario. 

It couldn’t be true.  The fragrance of the fallen leaves were still in my mind, or so I thought and smelled.  Instead stillness and an eerie overpowering white landscape, hovered over by a cloudless deep blue sky.  As far as the eye could see, the sky reached from one end of the universe to the endless hills rolling towards the Pacific Ocean.  Did I land in an other kind of paradise? Could a landscape be called paradise that shows measures far below 0 centigrade?

Egypt on the other end usually invite visitors for their warm temperatures and their valuable artefacts. Here I looked around and saw a fence which must have been built years ago, the white paint had started peeling off of its rough surface, the top part was covered with snow, crowned in a most delicate expression.  This never could have been chiselled by man.  The snow was curved by the hand of our creator.  The chisel the creator used, was the wind.  The old fence became a statue, a relic in the midst of a landscape surrounded and covered with a silent white snow blanket, protecting and preparing the soil for the coming beauty of spring.  A few cows seem to decorate the landscape and make themselves slightly heard, their breath was almost visible.  It was an ordinary side, the farm must have been there for years, yet the charm of this scenery held my unblemished attention. 

The late sun’s ray’s send through the heavy snow laden branches, connected sky and earth.  The stillness felt almost overpowering but peaceful.  Through my minds eye I saw glitches of the turmoil in a land were Joseph were sold as a slave and ended up as the second in command to save Egypt of starvation, years and years ago.  Will again the second in command resque these beautiful people?

Rolling acres surrounding Vanderhoof are preparing itself, ready to replenish the earth for new life.  This slow return to the paradisiacal grounds renewed hope for things to come.  A new array of lambs, goats, green grass and coloured flowers each with it’s different texture will be the next gift, of mother nature’s affection to all of us.

We can start to look forward, and soon celebrate again the beginning of a new start…how blessed we are as Canadians. 

I pray that a new start, maybe again through the “second in command” give these courageous Egyptian people not only food, but that springtime will mean more for them as described above, that freedom of speech and assembling will be their future blessings.

Ary Sala