What a glorious place this is! I continue to be awed by the beauty of sunshine on fresh snow, chickadees who have already found our little feeder, and the frozen bays reaching like white-coated arms into the dark coastline.
And I have discovered another gift of this place. For years I have been feeling guilty that I can’t seem to get out of bed early in the morning for quiet prayer time before the bustle of the day begins. Here I have been waking at 6:30 a.m. feeling quite rested and ready to get up. Why the difference? Well, it finally dawned on me that this place is geographically in the Atlantic Canada time zone, but many years ago the government of Quebec decided that the whole province ought to be on the same time, so they said, “We shall all pretend to be Eastern Canada”. So, when my body (which is very responsive to the light) is ready to get up, usually 7:30, our clocks say it’s only 6:30! That gives me the hour I need to be still and listen before I need to think about shower and breakfast and getting off to work. Amazing.
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