I was out on the school track for my early morning walk while visiting my daughter this summer and met up with my usual companions—a large gaggle of Canadian Geese. This tightly organized community generally splits into two groups, one to the outside of the track and one on the inside both busily grazing on the grasses. Artfully dodging goose droppings where they crisscrossed the asphalt surface became part of my exercise routine.
I am what you could call athletically challenged. You know, I was the kid who was always picked last for scrimmage football, schoolyard baseball and road hockey. But even though I never played on any organized sports team, my life has been touched by the sport of hockey.
It’s been a personal ritual for years. I’ve done it alone and kept it private… until now. Playing Santa around town for an afternoon has been my favorite day of the year. This year, the time had come to share the experience, for two reasons.
His name will not come to mind when you think of Canadian heroes.
The nearby strip plaza, where I buy the coffee cream I all too often run out of, is “L”-shaped and has a variety store at each end. On a cream-replenishing mission the other day, I parked my car in front of the store I choose to patronize, just because I really like the Korean family who operates it. I first gathered up the mail I had in the car and walked to the corner of the plaza to deposit it into the mailbox there.
I close my eyes and I am at Peace and it is so.