The forecast was nothing but rain and grey skies, and I packed too quickly and believed I'd spend more time inside peering out at the city reading and writing. As it turned out, I was exhausted and slept way more than I expected. The one full day we had there was actually not totally wet and we did get out an walk around. I managed a nap between outings. The only real writing I did was to copy my addresses from the back of my last journal to the back of my new journal. I held my journal, I held my pen. And, as it turns out, I held my words.
These pictures are from the meditation garden inside the Fall Color Walk at the VanDusen Botanical Gardens. It was a wonderful place of solitude. It held a healing silence. If I lived in the area I would visit often.