Beaver Tale

This and Other Realities:

Beaver Tale

Mother Nature has gifted my family and I with many cherished memories through the years, often presented as pleasant surprises.

It was Canada Day, July 1st. My husband, Roger, and I decided to bring our two less-than-enthusiastic, pre-teen children, Alissa and Aaron, on a day trip of boating and fishing with our aluminum boat and outboard motor. We drove to an access point near Matachewan on the Montreal River. It’s a 220 km (137 mi) long tributary, with its own tributaries, of the Ottawa River stretching another 1,271 km (790 mi).

There, we loaded the boat with all the essentials , including the children.

It was a long ride to our destination during which Roger manned the outboard motor, I watched for the thrills of seeing wildlife and potential hazards, while the children watched the water- the waves, the ripples, the sprays- and the sky- the passing clouds in the bright sunlight, the birds flying by- and the shoreline of rugged Northeastern Ontario trees, shrubs, rocks and driftwood, all of which lulled them to sleep. While Roger and I were mapping, they were napping.

Part of our journey included a challenging portage. We all had to get out of the boat and slowly winch it up, with our gear and heavy motor, using a vintage winch pulley kept there to aid travel up the overland incline. It was a strenuous, exhausting task made more uncomfortable with the hot temperature, mosquitoes and blackflies. Like explorers and pioneers, we were on our determined way again.

Finally, we reached our chosen spot for fishing. Baited lines were all thrown in the water, not caring whether we actually caught any fish. The time of day, hot temperature and cooked bait were ignored as minor details. I recall that we were all focused on the contents of our cooler more than anything else.

Once satiated, we all drifted into silent reflection on our surroundings. That’s when Canada’s Totem Animal, a Beaver, swam up close to our boat, then loudly slapped its tail on the water. Some folks would say it was the Beaver’s territorial warning but we called it “The Canada Day Salute”.

( A true story retold November 1, 2021)

Thank you Mother Nature!

Shelley Wilson

I Have No Evidence

Poetry In A New Paradigm

I Have No Evidence

I have no evidence of God

except the miracle of my body;

the wonders of all my senses;

the coherence and awareness

present in my thoughts-

even the ones not welcomed,

my own or those sent to me;

the awesome range of my emotions

enlivening every part of me-

even the ones not welcomed,

none of them strangers to me;

the magic of intuition

telling me what I need to know,

choosing to act or not;

the instinct for preserving life

whatever the personal cost-

even alienation and humiliation

or loss of things held dear;

the gifts of imagination-

colourful, playful, exciting-

even those wrapped up in fear…

I have no evidence of you

except the sights and sounds

on my computerized screens-

a myriad, coloured images

presented by my machines-

devices designed with intention,

intention I often question,

intelligence conveyed or not-

intelligence I need to question,

communicating what???

I am challenged to be

discerning of purpose in design

and function of all I see-

searching for wisdom, understanding,

exploring with curiosity,

creating realities through context,

changing paradigms, evolving,

discovering, revealing,

remembering, sharing,

yet ‘by faith’ I’m trusting

that you and I, you are, I am,

that God is really real…

November 1,2021

Shelley Wilson

The Shapes of Constellations

Poetry In A New Paradigm

This and Other Realities:

The Shapes of Constellations

It’s late at night.

Through curtains drawn,

I view a magic sight

when clouds move swiftly by-

pale horses and a carriage

driven driverless by a force

unseen yet known to me…

There, where clouds are gone,

I see the wonder of Starlights

or… are they now Satellites-

a different kind of wonder…

What am I seeing here?!

The shapes of Constellations

appear to be redrawn!!

November 1, 2021

Shelley Wilson