Yesterday, the first full day of my being on my own again, I decide to do a little urban exploration. Or, suburban I suppose as the place I went lies on the edge of the city, beside a golf course. A provincial park known as the Trappist Monastery Provincial Heritage Park. Ruins. Can you believe it? It's not as grand as you'd think, though. The ruins are only about a century old, used all the way up until the late 1970s. Then there was a fire, which gives the place its older feel:
It was a hot, pretty day and there was nearly no one else there. An older couple who sat on a bench. More folks started to show up when I was just leaving.
The tragic thing is that every June, apparently, they put on "Shakespeare in the Ruins". Missed it. Damn. "Julius Caesar." Can you imagine it?
It puts a question in my mind. Is this a Canadian thing, or do other countries do it as well? It seems that in every major Canadian city of a summer, there is a "Shakespeare in the Park" or "Shakespeare by the Sea" or what have you. Is it all of North America? Is it all of the Western hemisphere? Or just English-speaking countries? I am curious. Anyways:
Look at that little door from outside to outside! By god, I dig that stuff so much. Beyond it was a vast, wild garden and an arts centre that looked quite abandoned on a Sunday.
All right, that's the last of them. A little Artist's Date for me, as per Julia Cameron's the Artist's Way. The only problem with those has always been the obligation part. If I am alone with not much to do on a Sunday afternoon, sure I'll go and see something beautiful (and free). But the whole needing to do it once a week. Ugh. It stirs that rebellious spirit in me that's left over from teenagehood.
As it was, the whole experience was very pleasant. Quiet, contemplative, low-key fun. :)
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