Went for a stroll through the Maritime Museum with my folks today. It was a good way to stay out of the perishingly cold wind, and also to connect with my town. The other benefit was being able to explore it through my parent’s eyes, since they are here on a visit.
This is a maritime city, and it is a maritime museum, which means that there is lots of nautical stuff. Ships, boats, rigging, some amazing models and a cool guy who sits on display near the entrance carving and building replicas. The tribute to the Halifax Explosion is unbelievable as a testimony to both gut wrenching devastation and inspiring courage and resilience. In a smaller display, the tragedy of the Titanic highlights the stratification imposed by class and ego amid people’s selflessness related to rescue and hope.
We truly do have a frail grip on life, and the speed or violence that can take it away from us. Today was a strong reminder of that, and a great tribute to a couple of events that really demonstrate it. I think that the wind is bringing with it that change of seasons, from winter to spring. A little hope, a little fun, and a whole lot of love going on.