Feb 27th

Winter of Change

What a winter this has turned out to be! 

I recall wishing for snow one year ago to enable my snowshoeing event to go ahead.  Not this year!! 

Most are wishing for spring right about now, and the rest have either escaped to the heat in the southern hemisphere or are die-hard snowboarders/skiers.

Then there are the horrific reports of genocide occurring in Libya, where those oppressed people are being crushed for attempting to break free from an abusive dictator’s regime.

Waves of change are spreading throughout the Arab world as most of us elsewhere helplessly watch and wait to see how our governments can influence a positive outcome that will minimize casualties.

And of course the annual Oscar preparations are underway as I write this.

Tonight I will be watching as several superb films and those involved in their creation will be honoured and rewarded for their impact on viewers like me.

This will be a diversion as chaos in other parts of the world continues.

When devastating tragedies occur around me, the only control I have is to find my balance.

Inner peace enables me to pray for others in the universe who need comfort in their suffering and strength in their struggle.

It is a small gesture that combined with others empowers all.

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Feb 21st

Games People Play

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The other evening I met with a group on a cold winter’s night, in an even colder ‘billiard’ pub, to reacquaint myself with the card game of ‘euchre’.

In the family home, my father and brothers taught me how to play that particular game, along with ‘cribbage’, and invariably when we gathered for Sunday family dinners, afterward a card game would ensue.

Or perhaps we’d enjoy a game of ‘dart throwing’,  the board game of ‘monopoly’, usually on a rainy day, or whatever was age appropriate and popular at the time.

Unless, of course, there was a more important game playing on the television.  That being either ‘golf, baseball, hockey or football’.

In the summer months we would play a game of ‘horseshoes’ or ‘lawn darts’ in the backyard.

There were other outdoor games that I played as a child. 

‘Hide and seek’ was a wonderful one in my neighbourhood where wide open spaces ruled, with no fencing to restrict us from finding the ideal cover to fool our friends.

‘Tag’ and ‘softball’ were always popular choices.

It wasn’t until later at pre-teen parties that I learned the ‘game’ of ‘spin the bottle’.

Prior to that I found out that boys liked to play ‘doctor’ with girls, and ‘show and tell’  became a very popular game, both at home and at school. 

The kind of classroom demonstration greatly differed from the home variety, I might add. 

As a teen, I began to realize that both boys and some of the girls played other kinds of games.

‘Flirting’ became the norm for both sexes. 

‘Scoring’ with girls was the ‘goal’ for most boys, unlike the majority of girls in that generation who, in fact, wore the ‘virgin pin’ (a circular brooch) as a symbol of purity or badge of honour.

The girls who did play along gained an ‘unsavoury’ reputation, unlike the guys, who were characterized as ‘cool’; a prime example of the double standard for females versus males. 

Today, the ‘game of love’ is described as how men and women pursue, catch, and either release or keep a ‘match’. 

Depending who the ‘players’ are, ‘love’ might not be the correct word usage in this particular ‘game’. 

There are countless other games that people play ‘politically’, ‘economically’ in business, and of course ‘socially’ in the media.

‘Celebrity’ itself could be characterized as a game.

‘One-up-man-ship’ is a very popular ‘psychological game’, similar to ‘keeping up with the Jones’s', only without the materialistic intent.

Outdoing one another in a game of ‘wits’ is the object of this particular behaviour, thereby boosting one’s own self-esteem at the expense of the other’s.

Of course there are numerous games that people play, either alone or in the company of others, in and out of the ‘casino’, the ‘bedroom’, the ‘courtroom’, on or off the ‘court’, the ‘course’, in and out of the ‘pool’ , the ’sea’, and all manner of other venues.

Whether to ‘play’ or not  is an individual choice.

A ‘rule of thumb’ to keep in mind; without a ’player’ there is no ‘game’.

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Feb 18th

Sexual Assault Exemplifies Human Tragedy

For a few days I have been digesting the frightening reality of the brutal sexual assault on Lara Logan that took place in Egypt recently.

As I listened to a local news anchor reporting this story, my first gut reaction was tears. 

I cried for this young woman’s pain and her traumatic journey to recovery that she must now endure. 

I cried for all women everywhere.  I cried for men.  I cried for the human race.

I have watched this reporter on ’60 minutes’.  Her beautiful spirit shone through her professionalism. 

She, along with too many women to count, is now scarred for the rest of her life.  The scars may not be visible, but rather hidden, influencing her behaviour in perhaps subtle ways.

She is now a survivor of ‘war’.  Just as veterans suffer with post traumatic stress, she will be changed forever.  Hopefully, she will learn to overcome the most debilitating of these after-effects.

Far too long in this world, women have been viewed as expendable objects.

Our struggle as women to become ‘human beings’ in the eyes of men, so that we could vote and have legal rights as they do, rather than be seen as their ’property’, is well documented throughout history.

We have come far, especially in North America, yet have so much further to go. 

Sometimes I fear we are our own worst enemies.  Our competitiveness with one another at times overshadows our common human goal.

There are countless ways women undermine themselves by ‘selling’ themselves sexually in the media and in society.

“The oldest ‘profession’ in the world” is how prostitution is portrayed to attempt to justify its existence.

Women who ‘buy’ into this myth are perpetuating the very idea that female bodies are objects to be bought and sold, rather than celebrated and honoured.

Men who value women as the ‘closest to God they will get  here on earth’, must be crying as well. 

These men do not use or abuse, but rather respect and at times revere women.  They embody the spirit of love.

The plight of women is highlighted when a high profile person is victimized.

I pray that with God’s help Lara Logan will heal, enabling her to be a ‘strong’ voice in the future to affect positive change for us all.

The world will then be a little better place after this tragedy than before it.

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Feb 15th

Memories

Not eighteen months, one month shy, no more in fact.  Nineteen now. 

It actually took me a while to recall the exact number of months since my mother’s death.

Must be a sign of healing.

I will remember the significance of the fifteenth each month of every year. 

The number 15 is imprinted on my soul and in my mind and heart.

That date will be the one I set aside each month to honour my mother’s memory.

Not that I don’t think of her at other times. 

She is a part of me and my daughters, my siblings, my nephews and nieces, and my grandnephew. 

In each of them I see a different aspect of her.

In myself I feel her heartbeat. 

Her eyes peer back at me every time I see my reflection and when I look into my eldest daughter’s face.  

Last summer in Vancouver I saw her in my elderly aunts, two of her sisters.

I enjoyed laughing and sharing with them while they appreciated my visits.

We ventured to some of their favourite spots, and now they are in my treasured memories along with my Mom.

I am very glad I made that trip when I did.  

‘Timing is everything’. 

The eldest sister is now suffering with the after-effects of a fall which broke her hip just before Christmas.  She will not be able to go home, as she requires nursing care.

I must call to keep abreast of her progress.  There is a dread to do so, as I am not ready for more grief to bear.

When February 15th approaches each year, the day before will conjure memories of love in my childhood home, when my Dad would bring the largest, ‘mushiest’ valentine he could find to my Mom, along with red roses and chocolates we all could share.

Words of endearment and nicknames graced their cards to each other.

My Dad was a passionate man who showed his love for my mother.

He never needed reminding of important ‘couple’ dates as many men do.

I have so very many memories of happy, loving times as both a child and an adult. 

As I move forward in my own life, many more memories are yet to be made.

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Feb 11th

Egyptian Resolve

History unfolds as I watch CNN  relaying  the announcement that the Egyptian president has officially stepped down.  Now the military takes over.

 ’Let my people go’ takes on a whole new meaning in this country.

These citizens are a shining example to the world of how ‘resolve’ can affect positive change for the masses.

The remarkably peaceful demonstrations with minimal casualties shows us all that ‘violent war’ is not always necessary to accomplish freedom.

Yes, there is a long way still to go for this country to get the needed democratic processes in place.

Right now, celebration after peaceful struggle is in order.

Resolve, respect and reverence has outshone revolution!!!

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Feb 5th

Tomorrow’s Super Sunday!

Just when I thought, “What’s the point?”  I found a reason to watch the Super Bowl tomorrow!

Normally, I look forward to this ‘game of the season’. 

Not this year. 

With other world events that seem to trivialize sports by comparison, at least for me, this will prove to be more than a good distraction after all. 

Shaun Suisham, although some spell his name Sean, will be kicking for the Steelers. 

And the ‘kicker’; he is Canadian! (pun intended) !!

Now, for all those Americans who thought the CFL meant the U.S.A. ‘college football league’, we, north of your border, do know the game of football! 

Some of the rules differ, that is all. 

Personally, I find your game more strategically exciting. 

The CFL is actually the Canadian Football League, although Shaun was never part of it. 

Being such an illustrious high school player in the Ontario small town of Wallaceburg, Shaun received a football scholarship which took him to the states.

The rest is his history as the saying goes, and tomorrow, who knows!

There may be more history in the making.

I, for one proud Canadian, will be watching!!

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Feb 1st

Anticipation

Waiting, anticipating, preparing, hoping the predicted massive snowstorm sweeping through the states, now crossing the border at Windsor, will disappoint Torontonians with a ‘no show’, or at least circumvent the city on its arrival.

Overnight and into the dawning morning will tell the tale.

Commuter chaos, a ‘snow’ day, closures, fight delays or cancellations; whatever will be will be.

A blizzard is one of those forces of nature that we cannot control.

A different story unfolds on the other side of the planet.

The citizens of Egypt are showing, demonstrating that sometimes as human beings we can change our destiny when we come together in unison with a common goal to better our lives.

Never an advocate of violence, I am always humbled by many others in this world who endure oppressive living conditions.

I am absolutely in awe when the sheer strength of their numbers and persistent determination can affect the change they seek as peacefully as possible.

Anticipation of a new day awaits . . .

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