The tormentors and the tormented

“When faced with senseless drama, spiteful criticisms and misguided opinions, walking away is the best way to stand up for yourself. To respond with anger is an endorsement of their attitude.” – Dodinsky

It is so easy to respond with anger to situations and circumstances that seem to be unjust and unfair. It is not easy to take the high road. It’s all fine and good to sprout clichés like “consider where it comes from”, for there is truth in that. Conversely, ‘it is the squeaky wheel that gets the grease’.  I am torn between these ideas as well as the Christian admonishments to ‘turn the other cheek’ yet on the other hand, ‘do not sin by silence when you should defend”.

I try to bear in mind that each individual is coming from their own unique background and so have their own frame of reference, which I may or may not understand. Constructive criticism is a good thing, when it is, in fact, constructive and delivered in such a way that it does not attack the person. Too often, however, biting words are spoken – words meant to wound. At times like this I try to remember that the tormentors are also the tormented. After all people with good self esteem, the happy and content people, do not strive to feel better by inflicting harm or by destroying the reputation of another. It seems to me it is individuals suffering from low self esteem; from a lack of understanding; or from ignorance that tend to strike out to blame and maim.

There is a time to stand up and be heard. There is a time to bite your tongue and maintain silence.  I am praying for the gift of wisdom to discern which is best in any given situation.


The Divide

The great divide….

The great divide

That happens when

Hearts are cold

And minds are closed

No way to talk

Or move the soul

Whose emotions are

Steeped in a poisonous sludge

That clings to each and every cell

And builds upon itself

To make a wall

That cannot be scaled

Saving grace

And kindness sweet

Are needed now

Compassion melts

The ice that forms

And finds a way

To build a bridge

Over the wall

That separates

And divides us all

Scourge of SPAM

I have had many comments on my blog concerning spam and how to avoid it. Unfortunately I do not have any advice to offer, but please feel free to leave a comment if you have any tips. Of late my blog has included comments from various people under the heading BennyKat. There is also a group under the banner Charlesigniz  and another under the user name, Bloggers beware!

Spam is annoying, to say the least. I hope by naming a few offenders I will make my fellow bloggers aware.  These groups are nothing but a scourge and a nuisance and I am heartily sick of them.  Rant over. Thoughts?


Lay your bleeding heart upon the public main

Let it pulse its deep red blood upon the cold hard ground

And let the people stand in awe of the richness of its color

And hopefully feel some shame

For their treatment of “the other”

A shout out and celebration of all the women I know on International Women’s Day

Today is a day set aside to acknowledge the achievements and efforts of women around the globe, whether political, social, cultural or economic and, of course, to work toward true equality for all people everywhere. Equality is far from a reality in many places and is a goal we continue to strive toward.

I cannot help but think of all the women who have been a positive influence in my own life and give thanks for them. Naturally my mother is first and foremost on my mind – the sacrifices she made as she worked to raise her family. She cooked, cleaned, sewed clothing for us, nurtured and guided us – for many years in a house without electricity or running water. She was a wonderful woman for whom I will always be grateful. I stand in awe of her every time I consider all she lived through and all she overcame. She was my first hero and remains an example of the kind of woman I hope to be.

And then there are my sisters – two older and one younger than I. My older sisters are the most giving, thoughtful, and wisest women I know. I cannot begin to describe the impact they have had on my life. In many ways they served as surrogate mothers helping to take care of all of us and nursing us through the pains of childhood and the heartbreak and angst of the teenage years. My younger sister was and is my confidant and my best friend. All three have been a source of loving support, friendship, and wise counsel.

On this day I celebrate all the women in my life who have given generously of themselves time and time again – my mother, grandmother, sisters, aunts, daughters, sisters-in-law, cousins, nieces, teachers, friends, neighbors, and coworkers. None of whom are famous, but all of whom I celebrate today. I thank them for their strength, their courage and fortitude and for the heroes they truly are. For it is the everyday hero who make the biggest impact and whose strength and support keeps us moving forward.  I hope they know how deeply grateful I am for each and every one.

Winter blues


I guess I was too optimistic yesterday – I was reminded how cold it still is when I awoke to a freezing house because the furnace is not working! A repairman was here and is headed back to the shop. We are hoping the necessary part is in stock; otherwise it will be tomorrow before he will be able to repair it due to the fact that the part may have to be ordered from Edmonton. Oh joy, oh bliss – winter is having the last laugh even as the sun shines. On a positive note there is a wood burning fireplace we can use if it gets any colder. And we have a stack of firewood in the garage, so it’s not so bleak. And I do like sitting in front of a roaring fire (or at least I used to before the wildfire that swept through the city nearly two years ago). I guess I will find out if that’s an option. Aw life – your challenges are never-ending.