I’m listening to Bruce Cockburn’s first live solo album, a double album that covers selectively his forty year career. For Cockburn lovers, or lovers of acoustic guitar, it’s quite a treat.
I love the pounding of hooves
I love engines that roar
I love the wild music of waves on the shore;
And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars —
Love my sweet woman down to the core.
There’s roads and there’s roads
And they call, can’t you hear it?
Roads of the earth,
And roads of the spirit.
The best roads of all
Are the ones that aren’t certain;
One of those is where you’ll find me
Till they drop the big curtain
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown-green and dry
I’m too old for the term
But I’ll use it anyway
I’ll be a child of the wind
Till the end of my days
We are living up at Big White. BW is a ski resort forty minutes from Kelowna. The Village, and we are living just off the village, is at 5850 feet more or less. Great walking around here, it’s nearly never level, and we are just minutes from a hiking trail. Of course, with recent grizzly sightings, maybe a walking trail isn’t a great idea. Still, it’s incredibly beautiful and incredibly quiet. Most of the time there are NO man-made noises.
And I have to wonder – all these empty buildings. For about seven months of the year the residency drops below 5% – in a village that can house near to 20,000 people. I’m not sure what to do with this. Of course, this is only one such resorts of hundreds in Canada and the USA. Empty housing, and very comfortable, furnished, empty housing – when many in Canada and the USA live in poverty.
Our friends are generous — and we’re grateful — it’s like living on retreat.
It’s that great big broad land way up yonder,
It’s the forests where silence has lease.
It’s the beauty that fills me with wonder,
It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.
– R. Service, The Spell of the Yukon
See also “Cockburn and the Christian Imagination“