World Issues

I live in Canada. It is a first world country. It is large, it is diverse and it is home. When I complain about anything it’s usually about the weather (we have lots of it here!) or perhaps I have a hangnail, maybe a bad night’s sleep where I was up all night watching television. I don’t complain about lack of food or water. I don’t worry about armed thugs breaking down my door and dragging me away to prison. I have a government that protects me and that I respect. It’s not like that everywhere.

I wish I had the ability to protect every child from the horrors that exist throughout the world. I wish I had the power to eliminate wars, famine and abuse. I do not. What I do have is the will to be a part of the solution. There may not be much I can do physically but I can donate to the agencies that are trying to help. I can ensure that my politicians act responsibly to guarantee that we are a country that helps.

We must never lose sight of the need to remember. One of the reasons that history is taught to our children is to ensure that atrocities are never forgotten and that the goodness that has existed in the past is remembered as well. We are not all bad. Some days it’s difficult. I listen to the news and I am appalled. But I have that righteous indignation from a safe place and that makes me sad.

I wonder if I have the right to pass judgment on the atrocities I see on the news. Do I have the right to judge anyone? The news tells us part of the story but I’m convinced that we don’t hear it all. Perhaps there are reasons not made clear that would explain why people do what they do. Would I understand? Perhaps, perhaps not.

I have always lived a privileged life. I have never been wealthy. But I live in a wealthy country. We are by no means perfect but I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. I have experienced the outdoors first hand through pristine wilderness, clear water and a night sky unblemished by light pollution. I have traveled in my own country and witnessed the incredible diversity of its people and of it’s land. I haven’t seen it all but I know it’s there. I hope it stays intact for the next generation and the one after that and the one after that . . .

Did you know that within the boundaries of Canada there are more freshwater lakes then in the rest of the world combined? If a dome were placed over Canada with nothing getting in or out, our lifestyle would not change significantly. We have it all. But we are not greedy, fortunately. As a people we are known for our kindness and for our sharing. That makes me happy. There are many good people throughout this entire world but sometimes it’s hard to believe it. But I believe. I have faith. We are all in this together and no one gets out alive.

Sorry if this post is a little melancholy but that is how I have been feeling the last few days. See, I wanted to share . . .

Never Forget

I have forgotten

the sound of the snow

The touch of the grass

On my silly big toe

 

I wish I remembered

The smell of the wind

That I knew it as a child

Before I had sinned

 

I have memories intact

Of the love that I felt

All the joy I remember

The cards I was dealt

 

Time is a factor

As the ages move on

But hold to the memories

Before they are gone

I dreamt about underwear . . .

Say what? Now if I were wealthy I would be considered eccentric, but no I’m just odd. It is, however, the kind of odd that amuses me so I will continue with my . . . . oddities.

Articles of clothing are not my usual topic for dreamland but I’m presently in the market for a few new necessities of comfort. Now that is a topic I am most familiar with: comfort. You ladies understand and gentlemen . . . think of women’s intimates not just as pretty packages for really cool prizes but as a metaphor for a good society. Now aren’t you glad you continued to read?

You thought I was going to go smutty and I segued into a societal discourse on the human condition. Welcome to my twisted mind. As I see it a woman’s intimates provide a foundation on which to build a carapace within which one interacts with society.

What we show to each other is not necessarily who we are. Each article of clothing is combined to elicit a mood, a look, a means to complete a necessary task. A night out at the pub – perhaps a thong. A doctor’s appointment – full brief. Court case – flaming red hipsters. It’s all about how it makes us feel.

As a society we hide our feelings and allow only what is acceptable to show on a daily basis. Love, hate, anger, envy . . . the list is exhaustive. In order for society to function properly, people need to conform to expected doctrine. But that doesn’t mean an individual has to completely suppress their personal individuality, but rather adapt to meet the circumstances of the moment.

I know this seems complicated and unnecessary but it all comes down to foundation. If a house is built with the proper foundation it can last for 100 years. If a society has a proper foundation on which to build, it will remain stable instead of fracturing at the first sign of trouble. Countries with a strong foundation can weather horrible troubles and still maintain its identity.

Perhaps now you understand why sleeping isn’t always a restful activity for me. But my dreams are never dull!