Embrace Life

Hello darkness my old friend ...

Not.

I want to know why it can't be the other way around. Not that I want to lose an hour of sleep, but I'd prefer to wake to light than to darkness.

But that's just me.

Other than that, not much has changed. Claire was awakened at 6AM for time keeping, cranky. Caden wandered into the kitchen in search of food. Chloe is still asleep and I imagine will spend most of the day in slumber.

Over the years there is often the question of what we'll do with the extra hour. In our case, the answer is always overwhelmingly SLEEP! What about you? Any special plans for your extra 60 minutes?

Unknown.

I have never been much of a fan of quotes made by "Anonymous" or "Unknown" as their validity as quotes is questionable. Not the content, but isn't a quote a quote because it's said by someone? Doesn't the attribution to "Anonymous" or "Unknown" just make them sayings?

Just one of a long list of things I ponder.

I mull.

Occasionally.

It's a scary place in my head some days.

I did discover the other day a wonderful Unknown - saying or quote, it doesn't matter. The words are just as valid:

found on Design Crush.

Oh, and another:

Unknown is remarkably wise.

Two great sayings, for two totally different emotions, two of which I am wrestling with at this very moment. And the annoying fact that so many don't "get it".

I'm starting to like Unknown.

Smart indeed.

Ugh, Important People

Ideally we leave our house in Bronte at 7:00AM each weekday morning in order to travel the 6 kilometre distance to the olders school. It takes about 10 minutes from the time we open the car doors to get in to the time they open the car doors to get out.

The reality is we manage to leave around 7:15AM.

Ideally I am able to get to the end of the school driveway to make a left turn by 7:25AM because much after that, the traffic has picked up enough and there are enough students arriving from the East side of town making a left into the driveway, it is impossible to exit.

The reality is when we leave our house at 7:15AM the drive to school is closer to 15 minutes long because traffic has picked up and we don't arrive until 7:30AM. As a result, I have to make a right hand turn to exit the school. So, I turn right, go to the lights, turn left, go to the lights, turn left again, go to the lights, turn left again, go to the lights and turn right and I'm on my way. No muss no fuss, just another 3-4 minutes added to my daily drive.

Ideally everyone who can send their kid to this school has also mastered the ability to read signage and tell time.

The reality is that some important person (read: bozo) with an important vehicle (read: Land Rover, Porche, Hummer, Mercedes, Maserati not police cruiser or ambulance) is bigger than the simple sign and has to turn left. As a result, a bottleneck is created and not only can no one leave the driveway, but cars are backed up to the entrance and cannot enter the driveway. All because some bozo is more important than the drivers in the 30+ cars caught in the line.

Ideally someone would speak to this driver and perhaps suggest they get a pair of glasses or learn to read.

The reality is no one from the school wants to piss off some important person driving an important vehicle because that would reflect badly in some way. And, if some housewife, one driving a Toyota truck, but still clearly able to send her children to the same school, gets out of her not-important vehicle and says something said housewife will receive the finger and a big "f-you" - clearly because said housewife interrupted a very important phone call being conducted by a very important person in his very important vehicle.

Huh?

So, instead, we less important people will just hang out in line waiting for some important person making an important phone call in an important car to turn left so they can do their important things.

Ugh.

Success is in the journey

Grandma Moses, famous late bloomer :)

I am a great believer that I am meant to do great things.

I have no idea what that great thing might be.

I am a work in progress and enjoying every step of this journey. Perhaps I am simply meant to be a good mother, a writer, an artist, an advice giver, a photographer, a people observer, cheerleader. list maker.

There is an incredible pressure to be a success, early.

There are many examples in my little corner of the world. The one that springs immediately to mind is hockey.  As early as six years of age there is always a group of parents desperate to have their boys in the "rep" hockey system because their little guy is the best skater, best passer, best hockey-sense, best whatever. Push. Push. Push. With rare exception those boys are not in the rep system or sometimes, sadly, give up hockey all together by the time they are in their early teens. Not only can they as a player not keep up the pace but their parents lose their drive when they realize that their little Gretzky or Howe are not actually going to "the show".

Can you imagine being a hero at six years of age and a failure by sixteen?

Maybe there is a certain perspective to be gained by not reaching success before the ripe old age of 45. Wait, I have to ask the kids. Yup, it's been confirmed. I am old.

That doesn't mean that I have not had successes, indeed I have.

Who knows? Maybe the real success is in the journey?

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Canadian Patriotism

No, that title is not an oxymoron. Most Canadians I know, by birth or by choice, are the most fiercely patriotic people I've ever met. Always compared to Americans, but we are not. Always defined by our natural resources, and hockey players, and comedians. We have a small but mighty population of talented, peaceful, resourceful people and we are generally reserved about touting it. Don't mistake our reserve for anything but what it is: confidence and quiet resolve.

Uncharacteristically, during the brilliant, positively BRILLIANT, opening ceremony of the Olympics last night, the main entertainment portion featured so much, including: fiddlers, tappers, whales, wheat, a lesbian singer, flying children, lit bears, aboriginal performers, snowboarders and a slam poem read by it's author. Honestly, how many nations would represent like that at a major event? There are many places to see fantastic images, for a small selection of incredible photos, head here.

Anyway, it was the poem that stuck with me. (I wasn't able to stay up late enough to see much after the parade of nations. I even missed the lighting ceremony - but managed to catch the highlights on the morning coverage.) Some on twitter and Facebook were shocked at the poem, but being a Canadian, I'm not. I knew exactly what he was saying. Giving voice to what is in the heart of every Canadian I have ever met.

We Are More
by Shane Koyczan

 When defining Canada
 you might list some statistics
 you might mention our tallest building
 or biggest lake
 you might shake a tree in the fall
 and call a red leaf Canada
 you might rattle off some celebrities
 might mention Buffy Sainte-Marie
 might even mention the fact that we've got a few
 Barenaked Ladies
 or that we made these crazy things
 like zippers
 electric cars
 and washing machines
 when defining Canada
 it seems the world's anthem has been
 " been there done that"
 and maybe that's where we used to be at
 it's true
 we've done and we've been
 we've seen
 all the great themes get swallowed up by the machine
 and turned into theme parks
 but when defining Canada
 don't forget to mention that we have set sparks
 we are not just fishing stories
 about the one that got away
 we do more than sit around and say "eh?"
 and yes
 we are the home of the Rocket and the Great One
 who inspired little number nines
 and little number ninety-nines
 but we're more than just hockey and fishing lines
 off of the rocky coast of the Maritimes
 and some say what defines us
 is something as simple as please and thank you
 and as for you're welcome
 well we say that too
 but we are more
 than genteel or civilized
 we are an idea in the process
 of being realized
 we are young
 we are cultures strung together
 then woven into a tapestry
 and the design
 is what makes us more
 than the sum total of our history
 we are an experiment going right for a change
 with influences that range from a to zed
 and yes we say zed instead of zee
 we are the colours of Chinatown and the coffee of Little Italy
 we dream so big that there are those
 who would call our ambition an industry
 because we are more than sticky maple syrup and clean snow
 we do more than grow wheat and brew beer
 we are vineyards of good year after good year
 we reforest what we clear
 because we believe in generations beyond our own
 knowing now that so many of us
 have grown past what used to be
 we can stand here today
 filled with all the hope people have
 when they say things like "someday"
 someday we'll be great
 someday we'll be this
 or that
 someday we'll be at a point
 when someday was yesterday
 and all of our aspirations will pay the way
 for those who on that day
 look towards tomorrow
 and still they say someday
 we will reach the goals we set
 and we will get interest on our inspiration
 because we are more than a nation of whale watchers and lumberjacks
 more than backpacks and hiking trails
 we are hammers and nails building bridges
 towards those who are willing to walk across
 we are the lost-and-found for all those who might find themselves at a loss
 we are not the see-through gloss or glamour
 of those who clamour for the failings of others
 we are fathers brothers sisters and mothers
 uncles and nephews aunts and nieces
 we are cousins
 we are found missing puzzle pieces
 we are families with room at the table for newcomers
 we are more than summers and winters
 more than on and off seasons
 we are the reasons people have for wanting to stay
 because we are more than what we say or do
 we live to get past what we go through
 and learn who we are
 we are students
 students who study the studiousness of studying
 so we know what as well as why
 we don't have all the answers
 but we try
 and the effort is what makes us more
 we don't all know what it is in life we're looking for
 so keep exploring
 go far and wide
 or go inside but go deep
 go deep
 as if James Cameron was filming a sequel to The Abyss
 and suddenly there was this location scout
 trying to figure some way out
 to get inside you
 because you've been through hell and high water
 and you went deep
 keep exploring
 because we are more
 than a laundry list of things to do and places to see
 we are more than hills to ski
 or countryside ponds to skate
 we are the abandoned hesitation of all those who can't wait
 we are first-rate greasy-spoon diners and healthy-living cafes
 a country that is all the ways you choose to live
 a land that can give you variety
 because we are choices
 we are millions upon millions of voices shouting
 " keep exploring... we are more"
 we are the surprise the world has in store for you
 it's true
 Canada is the "what" in "what's new?"
 so don't say "been there done that"
 unless you've sat on the sidewalk
 while chalk artists draw still lifes
 on the concrete of a kid in the street
 beatboxing to Neil Young for fun
 don't say you've been there done that
 unless you've been here doing it
 let this country be your first-aid kit
 for all the times you get sick of the same old same old
 let us be the story told to your friends
 and when that story ends
 leave chapters for the next time you'll come back
 next time pack for all the things
 you didn't pack for the first time
 but don't let your luggage define your travels
 each life unravels differently
 and experiences are what make up
 the colours of our tapestry
 we are the true north
 strong and free
 and what's more
 is that we didn't just say it
 we made it be.

I am conflicted

Tragedy brings out the best in everyone, doesn't it? We all come together and rush to do the best we can for victims of unexpected trauma. Such is the response to the recent events in Haiti. Everyone is rushing everywhere. These people, Haitian people, who have suffered so much for so long.

I am similarly affected by the events and have sent in my donation and support all efforts in that regard.

I did that even though I have a few questions:

The Canadian government will match all donations dollar-for-dollar. Or in our language loonie-for-loonie. Is this because our Governor General is Haitian by birth? Will this be a precedence for all tragedies? Why now and not for other, equally devastating natural tragedies: Katrina? Tsunami in Sumatra? Ice storms in Quebec?

The largest corporation in the world, the Roman Catholic church has offered prayers. Um, thanks?

Isn't Haiti simply the other side of the Dominican Republic? They share the same island. Isn't that where everyone I know goes for holiday? If this earthquake devastated Haiti which shares the same land as the Dominican Republic, why is there no news of the effects on the DR? And for that matter, Cuba, Jamaica, and all the other smaller islands in the Caribbean? What about Florida?

Suffered so much? Incredible!

Political turmoil, corruption, natural disaster, AIDS ... incredible. Is this overwhelming response a reaction to this Haitian tragedy tinged with an emotional mountain of GUILT? These people have been suffering for GENERATIONS, not just in the past few days, but years. Years upon years.

So, my $50 has been sent to be combined with the donations of hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands of other people. Will this help? Or will it be used to line the pockets of those who do that kind of thing. For generations.

Or is my $50 better spent helping that man on the corner of the street, or giving to the soup kitchen or buying toys to "fill the net" at Christmas?

I am conflicted.

Are you?