Me voici dans les environs ou il me plait prendre mon petit-dejeuner-le-matin de temps en temps. L’arbre dont son nom j’ignore (en francais je viens d’apprendre les noms des arbres et c’est un bouleau!) Je continue – cette arbre, le bouleau, est fixe dans une niche [ je pense c’est le bon mot] entre un plateau [??] de roche ou je me trouve assis.
[Hey, my incredibly awkward beginning to this blog – in the original version – seems to flow much better when I expressed it en francais. Malheureusement, je suis assis devant le clavier chez mes parents et icitte, les accents, grave et aigu, les tres mignons cedilles sur les c, sont cachees qq-part et c’est pas ecrire en francais sans les accents. Pas de tout, pas de tout, pas de tout. Et puis….. je retourne a mon originally-blogged language which is Capital E-nglish (with a little help from our German friends).]
[This is the original beginning to the mountain-top reading blog of Sunday, August 4 re-written when I saw that the original beginning had language that just-didn’t-flow, way-too many commas and well, it just didn’t please me in the way that this place that I sometimes eat breakfast at and linger and read at…not a great linguistic construct, that, but at least it’s a parallel construct…this place pleases me, but the description, not-at-all. Here, I’ll bring my breakfast hot-from-home, and, when my schedule permits, I continue here and read books. The birch tree which is rooted right in the middle in a small space between this large flat rock reminds me of a large rock along the Dickie Lake Road which has a similar birch growing, somehow, in a small space. At first glance, both trees – the Dickie Lake birch and the one pictured here – seem to be growing right out of the rock.
The view from my picnic table looks down over a large picnic area which is situated just above (or behind) the chalet and the belvedere. I can sometimes be distracted by others in the vicinity doing various martial arts, or throwing frisbees or playing catch with their kids. But in the morning, at 8:30am, it has the advantage of bird sounds and amazing light, and I climbed maybe 160 metres of elevation (with my bicycle) to get here, so I have an appetite and am already somewhat focused for my reading. Not many users in this large area in the morning and the other users of this area, if any, are usually alone and into their own meditative pursuits.
What am I reading up here? Well, if it’s in my Goodreads recently, I may have read parts of it here. Last summer, which was before I discovered the advantages of this particular picnic site spot, I was bringing Pilgrim at Tinker Creek on my bike rides up the mountain. But this summer and fall, I’m reading novels – literature, I hope. Right now I’m reading a Michael Crummey novel set in the fictional outport of Paradise Deep in Newfoundland. And then I have my regular 4 track Bible reading program which in September has me in Isaiah, Proverbs, Luke and Hebrews (some top notch Biblical writing, to be sure). I’ve been reading a 1950’s Short History of Christianity by Martin Marty and “Credo” by Hans Kung. Books like that I’m not reading in a hurry, but at a pace where I can contemplate what the author is really saying. There is another book that is so complicated that I have to be in a spot where I can really concentrate before I can make any progress in aligning my thinking with that of the author. This would be my best reading spot and probably the one where I am least likely to fall asleep mid-page.
And this is me re-establishing my Sunday blog on the Labour Day weekend, 2016.