Cloudburst Over Little Salmon Lake
My father always encouraged me to be an artist when I was a little girl and was the first to purchase some of my paintings. An artist himself he spent many years in a career as a professional musician and both my mother and father passed on their love of the French Impressionists to me. I am in Halifax until the end of the week and will spend this time remembering and honouring him.
In loving memory of my dear father I will recite this prayer tomorrow at his service
The St. Francis of Assisi Prayer
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;where there is doubt, faith;where there is despair, hope;where there is darkness, light;and where there is sadness, joy.O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seekto be consoled as to console;to be understood as to understand;to be loved as to love.For it is in giving that we receive;it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.