Fall Dreams



































What is it about the fall that makes us want to wonder and wander? Perhaps it is seeing our world change colour and dare to exist as another self ? The reasons are too few or too many. But-- no matter what  thoughts might or might not hold onto those walking moments,there is no doubt that we witness

                                              the essence and magic of a season on the turn.






Big moon rising


for September 2016






Harvest moon over L.A.(Los Angeles)


That big harvest moon is talking to us. The evenings are lengthening and the stars are taking more curtain calls. No, I don’t mean all the movie folks at the Toronto Film Festival. (Although it would have been fun to be interstellar in the Big Smoke for a few days.)
Being star struck is something all of us experience at one time or other. While some people seek the stage their whole life, others are just fine being the audience. Actors, hockey greats, Olympic athletes and rock stars are undeniable, magnetic aspects of our universe.
The other evening I had the opportunity to cheer on some night-time entertainment. The almost full harvest moon was a bright white disc in the east, sliding up the sky as day light waned in the west. Our brightest star had slipped away to the other side of the world so the moon was left to juggle reflected sunlight. Towering pine trees stood as sentinel silhouettes, white quartz pebbles became ground stars and Lake Superior hid under its mysterious shiny blue/black self.


Crescent moon over  L.S. (Lake Superior)



This night nature is a powerful force. From the ancient star gazing Phoenicians to modern telescope laden observatories, we always have wondered about and wandered with star directives. The desire to look up and beyond will never go away. The Algoma Astronomers know this and that’s why they highlight Lake Superior Park as a go-to destination. Jeff Deans, a very active organizer in the group, visited the park on Labour Day weekend and along with about 140 people saw the Saturn Ring Nebula as well as the Globular Star Cluster in Hercules. Whew! Just those adventurous names alone make one want to peer through the lens.


Deans is working on making that a possibility. He is hoping that by next year Ontario Parks will designate Lake Superior Park as a dark sky preserve. Deans is very passionate about astronomy; a passion he learned from his father, who also loved sky watching. Dean’s father was considering making a telescope purchase, but he died from a brain tumour before he got the chance. So, about nine years ago, Deans invested a substantial sum- $4000- on a telescope. In an email he said that it was kind of a whim, but then added, “My thought was I don't know how much time I have, so it’s now or never”.




Terrence Dickenson knows that too. His column in this month’s Sky News magazine sure convinced me of the importance of preserving dark skies. Dickenson posted a Google Earth/Fabio Falchi et al map of North America Light Pollution. Wholly Lights Batman! You better stick to your cave. Flood lights fill at least half the continent. The Great Lakes to the Gulf of Mexico and both U. S. coastlines are under the glow.

Dickenson also mentions Helen Sawyer Hogg (1905-1993). I Googled her name and discovered that she was an astronomer who pioneered research into globular clusters and variable stars. Hogg embraced the stars so much that she became one herself. A leading authority in astronomy, she published over 200 papers and wrote a weekly column in the Toronto Star for 30 years. She supported women to pursue science and helped make astronomy popular. Her book “The Stars Belong to Everyone” was a hit.
As I continued on this investigative trek, another chance encounter offered insight. Sasha, a young high school student came with his dad for a visit. Sasha, who has spent considerable time hiking and camping, was wearing a blue T-shirt with a logo from the Wolf Ridge Environmental Centre in Finland, Minnesota. On the back of the shirt was a starry scene along with a quote from Francis Clark, a famous innovative music teacher. She said,
“There wouldn’t be a sky full of stars if we were all meant to wish on the same one.”



No wonder Wolf Ridge chose her words. The Centre follows the philosophy of Richard Louv, the author who, in 2005, wrote “Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature - Deficit Disorder. Louv believes that passion is what ultimately motivates change. He says that passion is lifted from the earth itself by “the muddy hands of the young; it travels along grass – stained sleeves to the heart.” But, as Deans has learned, passion doesn’t stop there. It moves from the heart to the stars. 
The Canadian Oxford Dictionary defines a star as “a body so far removed from the earth it appears motionless.” But, we know about those deceptive appearances. We’ve always known that the stars move. As ancients, we sat up all night and watched them slide across the sky as the cosmos led us to exotic and familiar places. Today’s observers have a much easier way to check out the movement of the solar system. Folks can put their cell phones on time lapse and catch star spin.
No matter how or where we do it, seeing the night skies will always be vital to our well being. Star worlds are the delicate threads that bind us together. We might try and exist as a “Globular Star Cluster in Hercules” but one thoughtful stare into space lets you know that those billions of lights are all equal, all waiting for a wish. So let’s hope for some clear, star-filled fall nights. Then we’ll have a better chance to hear what the universe has to say.

Ethel 







Gather up

for August 2016


Maybe the birds know best after all. And I don’t mean their twitter. I refer to their marvellous ability to gather.And they share that need; for there is something about August that makes us want to gather too. 





Maybe the need to connect is glued to our psyche. There are the obvious places to come together, like fields and folk festivals. And this year we’re extra lucky as we can share Olympic celebrations. You go Penny Oleksiak! Congrats. Four Olympic medals and she is just entering grade 11! Aside from medal counts we have many other ways of collecting things. True we can gather dust or gather thoughts but nature often calls us to step outside and gather up something more tangible. Like berries.





Picking can be a delight if you are so inclined. Stand up raspberry picking is easiest. The red clumps of flavour roll off the branch into your palm and promise not to juice up - as long as you don’t force too many into the container. Blueberry bushes are more of a challenge on the back and knees, but the berries do stay firm .And if you find a patch that has turned the ground blue, that hour or so of rotating from sit (watch out for the ants) to crouch ( it’s ok knees) to bending over (soo..how far can I reach) is worth it. At first the task of filling the container might seem formidable. The berries thump into the bottom and it seems like it will take forever before the cup filleth over. However, before long you’re looking at the ingredients for a pie or muffins or jam. Yumm! And let’s not forget the bruins that like to pick-er-lick the berries too. There are berry filled clumps of bear poop to step across from time to time. You just have to watch where you’re headed.



Lake Superior offers up a different kind of fruit. When moisture ripens, it rises up and gathers into grand clouds. That’s when the party starts. They must invite some pretty fancy guests because the gnarly faces and wispy forms against those mountainous backdrops are as varied as the world itself.






One of my favourite gatherings in August is the coming together of the loon families. On the still evenings you can hear their encouragements as they begin to congregate. Soon the whole group is swimming as one, then fanning out to dive in all directions as they spot a school of minnows. They are fun to watch .The other very warm evening, as the loons wailed far off in the distance, I heard Lake Superior’s promise of coolness and slid into the smooth calm water. The sun was sinking into the horizon, shining pink and gold reflections onto the silky surface. For a few moments I floated there, just listening to the music in their plaintive voices as I stared up into the darkening sky.




As I think about gatherings I have to include Gord Downie and his Tragically Hip Man Machine Poem concert. The last night of their tour will be at Kingston’s 5,600 seat Rogers K-Rock Centre, on the evening of Saturday, August 20. And while Downie, Paul Langlois and Rob Baker are stirring up all the arena fans, the rest of Canada will be sharing the party on little and big screens across the country. Downie is well known for his cryptic lyrics. About this latest offering to the music world, Downie has said that his wife is the poem and he is the machine! Even if you’re not a “Hip” fan, there is something special about this last hurrah for 52-year-old Downie. He has glioblastoma, an invasive brain cancer. Downie’s physician says that the level of strength and courage, the energy that he needs to do the tour is well beyond what most people can do.Maybe Downie’s energy can help us keep going as we prepare to move into the next season, the glorious fall. Why might we need it?






Well, there’s another meaning for gather. “Gather Way” is a nautical term that describes when a ship is beginning to move. As soon as we gather our strength and thought, as soon as our basket is full, momentum compels us to move on. No sitting around with the goods.  Another pool awaits. The medals need a shelf. That pie has to be baked. Those birds have to leave for the south. And soaked clouds have to let go.
So let’s gather gladly and take it all up very lightly. For no one flies very far with heavy wings.