Our memories of the past fuel us in the present and help us to dream for the future.
Can you hear a moon beam
As it whispers on the wind?
Can you see the hand of God
Resting on your skin?
Do you feel the spirit
Warm around your heart?
Do you know for certain
You’ve made the perfect start?
Will you be the best
That you could ever be?
Will you pay attention
To things you cannot see?
Are you now forever
The person that is best?
Are you living fully
Gently with the rest?
What are you afraid of
That stops you being true?
What are you remembering
Of the One that made you, you?
Can you hear the words
Spoken from within?
Safe with Him forever
Will you now begin?
I sat down to write my post this morning and I couldn’t. I had just seen the news about an IED explosion on a tube train in London England. People were hurt, but there were no deaths. They’re calling it a terrorist attack. Why did it happen?!
I’ve been watching the news about the several hurricanes, the deaths, the destruction, the horror. Wildfires are destroying land and homes. Flooding, famine, abuses, shootings, stabbings . . . . Maybe our world doesn’t deserve to survive.
No, I don’t believe that. The newsmakers like to report on the terrors of our world, the negativity. Not the incredible instances of kindness and compassion. Or rather, they will report them on the fifth and six page of the newspaper or in the final few minutes of a televised report. I believe in people. I believe there are more good people in the world then there are bad. If aliens were to watch our newscasts I’m pretty sure they would despair. Why would they want to contact a species that is so at odds with itself. We don’t seem to like each other!
It’s true! There are wars constantly being fought all over the world. I don’t know if they’re justified but I do know that people are being displaced, killed and harmed in so many ways. We are the cause. Global warming? Scientists are saying it’s responsible for the extreme weather we are experiencing. We contribute to that. Our greed, our insatiable need for more, for better. We’ve been told for generations that we are harming our selves by harming our planet and yet we continue to contribute to the problems. Self-flagellation? And now we are handing the horrors that we help to create, off to our children. Shame.
I am a hopeless romantic. I am an unrepentant optimist. I am a child of Star Trek. That universe showed a future that could be, should be. We have done so much good, created so much beauty. I believe that we will evolve to be the people we should have been all along. I believe in us. I just hope it isn’t too late.
Life can be a wonder and a blessing and it can be Hell on earth! At the moment I am blessed with so many wondrous things that it is interfering with some aspects of my life. So instead of an original post I offer you a Blast from my Past. This was originally posted in September 2013. I hope you enjoy it.
When you look up at the stars at night do you feel homesick? Okay, okay, bad joke. Do you know once upon a time I laughed uproariously at that joke. I ran around and told all my preteen friends. Yes, it’s that old. And so am I.
As we age our funny bone seems to migrate. For some people it ends up around the gluteus maximus. For others humour becomes more cerebral. I don’t know the equation to what’s funny. I don’t even know what makes me laugh until I am actually laughing. When was the last time you laughed so hard there were tears running down your face? Do you remember the knee slapping, rib tickling, gut wrenching guffaws you used to hear when a group of people got together to watch a comedy film? I don’t, at least not recently. The last time I had one of those all-encompassing, falling on the floor cackles was watching an old movie.
The movie was ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. I don’t remember the movie. I don’t even know if it was actually a comedy. What I do remember is my boyfriend and I beating on the furniture. We were laughing so hard we were crying. I remember him falling on the floor and not able to catch his breath. But I don’t remember the movie. I remember that there was a series but it appeared to be about teenage angst (and vampire slaying) I wasn’t interested. I had enough of that when I was a teenager! (The angst not the slaying!) Don’t get me wrong I enjoy comedy. I’ve been known to crack a smile and even show teeth. I just haven’t had a really good belly laugh in a very long time.
Laughter is a universal language. It crosses borders and brings people together. It can also alienate people and cause others to commit various forms of harm. Of course that in itself can be funny! But I digress. I don’t know of any culture that doesn’t have some form of laughter. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could laugh more and shoot less? We spend so much of our time behaving according to the dictates of society that when we let loose it can be epic! Find the time to laugh. A really good guffaw exercises the whole body!
Memories are fleeting
As time takes a beating
Soon lost to the world
They will be
The sights I have seen
The places I’ve been
Who will remember
This instant in time
Is where we will shine
The strength of our light
Is still strong
Remember or not
The things we have got
Our time here simply
As millennium pass by
In the blink of an eye
I will remember
Until I am gone.
The ether up top
Is where we will stop
Together we become
As the wind
I was five years old when Beau Brummel joined our merry family. My parents had been promising my brother, sister and I that we could get a dog one day. One Sunday afternoon we were out for a drive. (I guess it was a way to stimulate curiosity in us young’uns!) We stopped for lunch a few towns over from where we lived. After eating, my siblings left the table only to return a few moments later with an announcement: There was a kennel in town. (They had checked the phonebook.) (For those of you too young to remember pay phones, they were in most restaurants and on the street for people to make phone calls without going home. There were no cells phones or Internet in those days. It was the ‘60s Sigh.)
Busted! My father had promised. We came home with an 8 month old, pure bred, champion stock, black, miniature poodle. His front legs had been broken when he was a few days old and had healed incorrectly so his walk was always slightly off. We never noticed.
Beau ruled. Well, at least us kids. He played when he wanted to, he cuddled when he wanted to. And he always looked like he knew better. Because Beau was of champion stock, breeders wanted to use him as a stud. My parents agreed. Evidently it didn’t go well. He didn’t seem to know what to do. The first indication?
Several years later, in another town, we added another dog to the mix. A beautiful Chesapeake Bay Retriever, we called her Blue. She idolized Beau. On the last day of school before summer break, both dogs went missing. Eventually they showed up again and the summer continued as planned until . . .our beautiful Blue was pregnant!
Our first thought was: Beau! You ole dog! But no. We think he pimped her out to another retriever in the neighbourhood: Blacky, a black lab. The pups were stunning! I watched them being born. Quite an experience for a child. Beau hovered like a worried godfather. Second indication?
A few days later my brother, Blue and her five puppies left for university. Beau moped for twenty minutes and then started putting everything back to normal. But he did find a friend.
My best friend lived across the street. Her father was a hunter and had hunting dogs. Strictly off limits to curious children. They also had a male cat. Rusty was an outdoor cat whose job was to keep the mouse population in decline. He was very good at his job. We lived just outside a small city surrounded by forests and fields. It was a great place to live. Rusty was beautiful and affectionate. In those days your animals ran free so chances were good they would meet up. They did. Beau and Rusty became friends. The two boys met up most days and Beau often invited Rusty into the house for snacks or even a nap. Third indicator?
A few years later we moved to another province. Beau never again had a special friend like Rusty. I wonder if they found each other across the Rainbow Bridge?
Yesterday my country, Canada, celebrated a birthday: 150 years!
Happy Birthday Canada!
I am proud to be a Canadian. I live in a breathtakingly beautiful country from sea to sea to sea. We have forests and prairies, beaches and lakes, meadows and mountains. When I look up to the sky at night I can see the stars shining brightly. (of course I have to be outside the cities when looking up!) We are a people of explorers, deep thinkers and we are kind. No one makes better fun of us then we do ourselves. We love to laugh. We love to share and we love our country.
We have a reputation for being polite. Wow! If I’m going to be known for something, good manners is right up there at the top. I thank you for that. We have a reputation for honesty and compassion. We may not be known globally for our scientists but I would hazard a guess most of you have used something invented by a Canadian. Turn on any lightbulbs lately? We don’t brag much. We don’t have to. Most Canadians don’t know what we have contributed to the world. But that’s okay. What is most important is that we did contribute. The world is a better place because Canada is here and I think Canada is better off being friends with the rest of the world. We make a good friend.
It’s not our way to blow our own horn but yesterday we stood up and shouted our pride. We are not perfect. We’ve screwed up as a country and individually. Who hasn’t? Hopefully we will correct our mistakes and learn from them. I like to think we will. We are still a young country, still learning. But I think that is an important trait: a willingness to learn.
150 years. In the greater scheme of things we are probably no more than a baby. There’re places in the world, many of them, that have homes older than we’ve been a country. We have some catching up to do.
May my country grow old with wisdom and may her people learn to appreciate her. I do.
Our National Anthem (chorus)
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
Canada (a little taste of us . . .)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Canada is a country in the northern part of North America. Its ten provinces and three territories extend from the Atlantic to the Pacific and northward into the Arctic Ocean, covering 9.98 million square kilometres (3.85 million square miles), making it the world’s second-largest country by total area and the fourth-largest country by land area. Canada’s border with the United States is the world’s longest binational land border. The majority of the country has a cold or severely cold winter climate, but southerly areas are warm in summer.
Canada is sparsely populated, the majority of its land territory being dominated by forest and tundra and the Rocky Mountains. It is highly urbanized with 82 per cent of the 35.15 million people concentrated in large and medium-sized cities, many near the southern border. One third of the population lives in the three largest metropolitan areas: Toronto, Montreal and Vancouver. Its capital is Ottawa, and other major urban areas include Calgary, Edmonton, Quebec City, Winnipeg and Hamilton.
Canada is one of the world’s most ethnically diverse and multicultural nations, the product of large-scale immigration from many other countries. Its advanced economy is the eleventh largest in the world, relying chiefly upon its abundant natural resources and well-developed international trade networks. Canada’s long and complex relationship with the United States has had a significant impact on its economy and culture.
Canada is a developed country and has the tenth highest nominal per capita income globally as well as the ninth highest ranking in the Human Development Index. It ranks among the highest in international measurements of government transparency, civil liberties, quality of life, economic freedom, and education.
A few Canadian inventions:
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
I wonder what we’ll think of next?