My Dear Emily….I FINALLY understand.

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Our recent move to the west coast found me in the company of my sister who helped enormously with the whole packing, driving and unpacking ordeal.  She had never been on Vancouver Island before and the one thing she wanted to do before she left for home and to her final year of her Master’s degree was to go on a hike.  So we headed in to Goldstream park with my boys and our dogs to discover the forest.  Really, no words can describe the feeling of being in there.  The canopy soars hundreds of feet above and there is a sense of being in a protective cocoon; a secret and magical world completely sheltered from the hubbub of city life.  The trees are enormous!!!! Hundreds of years old.  The sound of nothing but stillness, water trickling in the creek and birds – so many birds I have never heard before!!  I stood in awe of it all, thinking “no wonder the fairies live in here…it’s extraordinary…and SO peaceful.”

Stone at Emily’s grave honored by many who have left their drawing tools

As I walked I thought of Emily Carr and her trees – my favorite of her paintings.  And, for the first time, I GOT it.  I felt and I understood the love she had for these trees, and knew why (from the heart not the mind) she would choose to paint them.  I think it may be impossible to live here and NOT paint trees.

Stone near Emily’s grave site in Ross Cemetery (Victoria, BC)
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