Small Beneath the Sky: A Prairie Memoir is the name of a book written by Saskatchewan author, Lorna Crozier. It has a home on my bookshelf. I recommend it.
How can one feel anything but small when standing beneath the endless Saskatchewan sky? It is where I feel most at home. It’s where I breathe deep. I love the feeling of completeness that falls upon me when I stand silent and small on the prairie.
Gerry and I take an afternoon drive and I stand on the side of prairie roads where I have spied something from my passenger seat in our Escape and demanded that he “stop!” so I can try to capture the feeling with a photo taken with my big girl camera.
My hair whips my face in the warm prairie wind. The title of Crozier’s book dances in my mind. I adjust the settings on my camera and shoot; readjust, and shoot again. Turn in another direction and repeat the process. Nothing but content in the moment.
Some say there’s nothing to look at on the prairie. I help but see magic wherever I look.
