There were a few moments this year when I felt particularly alive…the very first time I actually posted on this blog, after having finally summoned the courage to tackle the internet and all its mystery, (or so I thought…). The first day of our Summer vacations, seeing the road going down to Osoyoos and feeling the warm air on my face, knowing that for a few days, we would take it slow and easy.
Or even, this one Summer afternoon when, after having canoed myself, far away from everyone I knew on the very tranquil Detroit Lake, I realized I was lost, having been daydreaming instead of paying attention to where I was going …Alive and scared, was how I felt that particular moment!
Yet the moment, this year that stands up in my mind, as fresh as if it had happened yesterday, was when we decided, as a family after having watched an historic hockey game, to take the car and head Downtown Vancouver, just to see what was going on…
I remember the excitement I felt, once out of the car, heading down one of those closed avenues, and seeing the crowd filling up the whole streets, spilling out onto the sidewalks, children and adults, men and women, looking like a human ocean, with its waves of coloured shirts going back and forth, up and down, a street tide of sorts. Languages from all over the world were making a strange sort of background music, the streets were filled with life, a beautiful mix of human diversity I had never witnessed before.
The energy felt that afternoon, was something that remains etched in my mind till this day, people walking up and down the streets in a very orderly fashion having big grins on their faces, everyone being in a friendly mood, “high fiving” each other right after the H1N1 scare, all of this under the quiet watchful eye of various friendly groups of police officers.
I felt alive because I had the sense that time had stopped and had stayed still for a very long time. I felt alive because I was part of this beautiful moment, where borders did not exist anymore and skin colours did not matter, where I was everyone’s daughter, sister, mother or friend. I felt alive because the city I loved so much, was being a great host to the world and I was humbled to be there when it happened.
…My words don’t fit the picture!
Has this ever happened to you?