The Bow River winds through Calgary and joining it is the Elbow River near downtown and site of Fort Calgary. Also a few creeks wind through the city including Fish Creek. The Park is awesome – a true country pleasure for anyone who wants to escape and enjoy peace regardless of where you live in the city.
When we lived very near a part of Fish Creek Park I visited the park daily to ride my bike. It is down in the flats of the rivers and kept in its’ natural state. Trees and foliage mute the sounds of traffic. Hills often keep the site of buildings and roads from view. Riding my bike I could see an old ranch house and interpretation center, beavers building their dams or deer grazing. On the west side, outside the city there are stables and horseback riding is available.
This is the park I could hear coyotes in winter, right in the middle of the city. It was always a gathering for families and friends with swimming, canoeing, barbecue pits offered for our sunshine pleasure.
Fish Creek park holds many memories in my heart.
A picture of the winding bike or hiking paths that run throughout the city.
One of my sons had his kindergarten ceremonies in the park. He was always difficult and the teacher is trying to make him sit – which he hated doing with a passion. He was always ten miles ahead of himself.
He was also married in this phenomenal setting. These pictures were done by Malibu Dreams Photography. My little niece is wandering through the grass and foliage, more fascinating than the ceremony obviously.
There are many things throughout our life that cause sadness. I doubt anyone can say they are not touched by sadness. But as a writer, sometimes sadness needs to be summoned from within and is sometimes very elusive.
Some things that can create sadness within me are listening to sounds. When I was young, growing up in isolation in Northern Saskatchewan, I can remember hearing the sounds of coyotes howling late at night, if I woke up. Always late at night, always in the cold winter, always when everyone else was sleeping, it was a poignant sound.
When I was an adult we lived near Fish Creek Park in Calgary for a time. One night I woke to that exact same sound. It was winter, it was late, everyone was sleeping. It brought back memories and it created that exact same feeling – sadness.
Northern Saskatchewan is scattered with thousands of lakes and sloughs. Lakes are surrounded by white, fine sandy beaches and sloughs are surrounded by trees, pussy willow shrubs and grasses. When I was around them, usually at dusk, there would sometimes be a piercing sound that filled me with sadness – a loon. Again, it always seemed to be dusk, but this time in the summer.
Now, it is hard to step out my door and hear those sounds or listen to them in the middle of the night. But I have discovered a new method to make me sad. A song by Vince Gill – ‘The lonely sound of my voice calling is driving me insane….but nobody answers when I call your name’ makes the tears stream down my cheeks. There are other songs which are capable of doing this but this song is guaranteed for me.
Happy writing and – listen to the sounds around you.
From the time I was a child I loved country living, country life and especially cowboys and horses. Even as a teen I was upset when my mother moved into a small town after my father passed away. I longed for the freedom of roaming outdoors in spaces only imagined to some – but a definitive reality to keep me focused and sane.
I was forced to move to cities in order to work. I continued to dream of the freedom I knew when I was young. I married an ‘asphalt’ cowboy (a long-haul truck driver) and often I remained at home raising our children. But sometimes I went with him and travelling became a form of freedom again.
When I lived in Calgary I discovered many ways to escape – from going to Fish Creek Park to visiting forts in the near regions of the city. There were many options to listen to and enjoy my lovely country music as well. The Calgary Stampede, although crowded, offered me the thrill of watching cowboys, bucking bronco’s and races. In all my travels Calgary became my city of choice – followed by San Antonio in Texas.
As I dreamed I discovered another fascinating concept. I could write my dreams down – and escape into that world I loved so much. I was often at home and my children were now in school. So my writing career began. I took courses, joined groups, attended conventions and edited/critiqued other works. Now, I can escape into my perfect world, regardless of where I am. I can create an atmosphere and relieve stress by becoming involved with my characters.
Forever an optimist with hope in my heart, I love creating stories with happy endings and overcoming severe conflicts to obtain that end. I have written three historical romances, set in the colorful, little known Canadian West which makes Hawk’s Gift, (Canada’s Civil War) Alberta Wild Rose (fabled Lost Lemon Gold Mine in Crowsnest Pass) and Paradise on the Horizon (homesteading in the wilderness) true romance stories, using a unique setting. My latest published romance is a contemporary romance and set in the cowboy atmosphere of Calgary, Alberta. They are all available in Soft Cover as well as e-books at Amazon.com or Amazon.ca Kindle and other bookstores on the internet.
I am presently working on a romance suspense “Angels Among Us” which I hope to have available in the fall of 2012.