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Connecting the dots: escape, engage, empower

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so many dots in the world today drawn by powerful men hard to make sense of them careening through our world how to connect them… dodge the worst of them… live with the picture they draw… a constant challenge some days many days most days I cannot do not the big picture out of focus dots colliding horrific results shootings bombings killings starvation misery hatred grim I skip across the headlines retreat hold firm my own dots aware  appalled  awake ready holding steady  in my own corner writing  connecting  loving looking for a better tomorrow ... Recently, two films gave me reprieve from the day’s headlines.  The first, Downton Abbey: The grand finale . Grand it is — everyone’s story nicely tied up after a couple of hours spent in the company of those well loved characters and their beautiful settings with immense houses, gorgeous clothes, and always-green lawns. A lovely escape.  The second, a documentary about Lilith Fair , the brainchild of Canad...

Life-long friendships: Treasure them, for they are rare and wonderful

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“'Tis the set of the sails / And not the gales / That tells the way we go” By any measure, 50 years of friendship is something — something to cherish, to nurture, to celebrate. I am fortunate to have a friendship that has endured over five decades. Jennifer and I met in high school (in Edmonton) where I was the new kid, just moved from England, a bit gawky and awkward with my big glasses, goofy hair, and strong British accent. As I recall it, she opened the conversation, I responded, and we have been friends ever since. Fifty years is a long time, but not as long as 72 years. Last Thursday evening, I was in the company of three women who met in 1953 and who remain friends to this day. They were part of the "coronation girls" — 50 young Canadian women, sponsored by Garfield Weston to attend Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation in London. They came from all across Canada, meeting on the train that picked them up from west to east. Then the transatlantic voyage on the "Empr...

My parents' bookshelves would not have passed Danielle Smith’s book banning test

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BACKGROUND : Danielle Smith is the premier of Alberta, a province in western Canada. Her government recently introduced legislation requiring local school boards to remove certain books from their shelves. Backlash ensued and the Smith government has  revised the legislation . We can imagine where this might end... My thoughts are below.  I don't have a photo of my parents' bookshelves. So here is my own shelf of "To Be Read" books: eclectic, including children's pony books that I now read for comfort; my e-reader (on the top) holds everything from mysteries to memoirs, from books on the craft of writing to cookbooks, and more. I can remember moving my finger along the spines of the books that sat on the shelves that lined the living room walls in every house we lived in during my childhood — the same teak shelves, holding the ever-growing collection of eclectic books my parents brought into the house. I was never looking for anything specific. I was exploring. ...

September as new beginning 84 months ago; as time for reflection now

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This is my fifth September as a person retired from full-time work. Sheesh. Time flies when you're having fun!  Looking back at how this trip began is wild: with the idea that one day I would retire, followed closely by a public commitment in the form of this blog. I created it in April 2018 but did not post anything until September 30 that year. What fun it is to remember way back then and to review where I find myself today in the fresh breeze of a new September... Paradoxically (or maybe not), while time has flown by these past 84 (!) months, maybe the biggest lesson I have learned is that matters of imagination and creativity can take a long time to gestate, to produce and to share. What, then, fuels me to call myself Writer/Artist, today? Over the years, I have thought about this, wrestled with it, and, finally, come to embrace it; i n November 2023, t he quote below sparked a piece of writing for me on this topic: ARTISTS : Stop belittling your work. Stop using “little”, “j...

Anniversary post: Love rooted deep

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“For it to last a lifetime, love has to be immense at the start.” Margaret Gore,  character in  Four Letters of Love  by Niall Williams  The hydrangeas planted two seasons ago are running amuck in the raised bed; they droop in the rain, get bashed by the wind, and their beautiful flower-heads hang from the stems as if tired in their home. They are not what I expected or what I want in that spot anymore. I am going to dig them up and move them. They have no choice in this matter.  Val and I mark 32 years together this August 31st, an anniversary we count on the day we got legally married 12 years ago. At that time, we had been together 20 years. But numbers don’t tell the story of a relationship. The roots that nurture it tell the tale. Our roots go deep, keeping us tethered in the here and now of being together, still, after all these years. We have had an ordinary life — ups and downs, health scares and health recoveries, job losses and career changes, parental...

Pebbles, ripples and impact: Don't hide your light under a bushel

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We don't need to be a giant wave crashing onto the beach to have an impact. A small pebble tossed out into the water can create a meaningful ripple. My mother believed in telling someone what their work meant to her. She would often send me in to school with a note she had written to my drama, gym or music teacher about how much she had enjoyed X, Y or Z production in which I had participated. As a grade school kid, I was a bit embarrassed about what I perceived as odd behaviour on Mum’s part — why would my teachers care about her opinion? But as an adult, I, of course, recognize what a vote of confidence it was in those teachers, paying them not only respect for their work but offering the kindness of genuine appreciation for it.  Now, I do it, too, often taking it one step further. I communicate with the person to tell them that I appreciate their work, and sometimes I also offer up my own story as it relates to that work. Occasionally my message leads to nothing — literally; no ...

Show and Tell: The retirement edition

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Last week's post contained many words and only a couple of pictures. This week's post has fewer words and more pictures -- words and pictures that tell the story of how I am feeding my creative spirit this summer.  Mostly, I am a writer, but I also love doing collage art, which I describe as my ' cross training ' that rounds out my art muscles and writer's brain. Regardless of the form it takes, my creative drive keeps me interested in, and focused on, making  things. In this world of ours, too often the objective is to simply  consume something produced elsewhere, so I find it soothing to the spirit to hold something in my hands that I have created myself, right here. One of a kind in every way.  Quite without intending to , one day  I discovered   that I had made a series of 'colour' collages -- all the same size, each one a celebration of a particular colour. Then, a promotion came across my email for 'print your own notecards' and I leapt on it...