Where Despair Meets Hope Edith Point

Drowning in despair about our dissolving humanity on a particular day in early April, I made myself a promise – I shall go for a long walk and listen to the spring birds. I shall breathe in time with the waves on the sea. I shall inhale the scent of the blossoms on the breeze. I shall run my hands along the length of the arbutus trees. I shall walk until I reach the old fir out on the point. Then I shall paint. This is what a landscape painter does.

Edith Point, Mayne Island B.C.