Tell me a story

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That there is brutality in this world, of that there can be no doubt. It is recorded in billions of stories and published all around the world. That there is cruelty, torture, murder, and killings galore is also well documented. People are facing starvation, wars, homelessness, abuse of every kind, political corruption, and much more. I have been reading a lot of stories just like these. But you know what? For every bad news stories there are millions more good news stories.

The stories of every day people doing their best at home and at work to serve others in so many ways. Like bus drivers that smile a good morning as they drive people to their destinations. Like care givers who feed, bathe, and provide for  babies, children, the sick, and others in their care. Like farmers who work in all kinds of weather to bring us food. These are just a few examples, but you get where I’m coming from. Every day heroes who help us make it through another day, week, month, year. No, they don’t often make the news, unless something unusual happens, but they are the stuff of life. They are the reasons we can keep going.

Tell me a story about a special someone in your life, somebody who brightened your day today. I would love to hear your thoughts. Please, will you share your “good news” story?

The Conversation

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“Come, rest upon my petals here and tell me of your story.

Where have you been, My little friend?”

Said the flower to the moth

“I roam high above, where you can never go.

I visit plants and trees and flowers sweet everywhere I travel,”

Said the moth to the flower.

“Oh, to fly up high, to soar upon the winds.

To not be planted in one place, to see beyond the wall.”

Sang the flower to the moth.

“Aw, but you are treasured, for your beauty and your scent.

No worries about foes like birds that would eat you, if they could,”

Said the moth to the flower.

“There are pros and cons to every Life,”

Continued he to she. The moth thought to comfort her with his words so wise

And yet the flower pined and pined for freedom to travel far.

“It’s true, I am admired, and watered every day, but if you think me safe right here

You know not all my visitors,” replied the flower,

“For there are bugs that chew my leaves, And spiders everywhere. Not to mention

honey bees That feed upon my nectar.”

“Aw, so you serve this world,

Nourishing the pollinator,” the moth cried out.

“Oh silly moth, I know the truth – that you as well

Pollinate us flowers,” she answered,

“And so, you see, we have need of thee.

When you brush your soft, soft wings

Against my little petals, you do more than tickle me

Like some ethereal feather. And when you chance to nibble me

And drink deeply of my nectar,” she shyly whispered, “you too carry my

Essence to continue seed production.”

The moth stretched out his wings and proudly strutted his stuff

He thought about all the good he did and didn’t remember why

Venus flytrap chewed up his kind, that naughty, naughty flower.

It was because the caterpillar he once was did damage to her leaves

and ruined her every finery….

The flower knew this, but did not say, for his friendship she treasured

After what seemed a lengthy pause, the moth did once more speak

“We each do our part, to bring beauty to this world, and I will speak to north wind

And ask him when you’re ready, to blow your petals far above the wall so you can see

The wonders of this world,” the moth proclaimed.

And so, it came to be, that during summer’s warmest days the flower bloomed and blossomed. But in the fall the north wind kept his promise and lifted high her petals. She traveled far beyond the wall and lived at last her dream.









On global warming

I have lived in Fort McMurray for nearly four years and every summer we are faced with smoke from forest fires from across Alberta, British Columbia, the prairies and Ontario, as well as the North West Territories. This summer has been no different. Last week the smoke was so dense we could smell it. It stings your eyes and throat and for people with health issues it becomes a situation where they are house bound.

Last year we had hoped to travel to B.C. but due to smoke and warnings from the health department we were forced to change our plans. My husband does have several health issues and I am sure we were not the only ones forced to alter vacation plans. So, what is my point, you may ask. My point is that besides the environmental costs caused by global warming there are many and varied economic costs as well. The cost to the tourism industry for one.

Of course, there is the huge costs to taxpayers as governments everywhere are faced with ever growing financial challenges from fighting forest fires to cleaning up after severe flooding and other so called ‘natural disasters’.

We take clean air for granted as well as clean, potable water. There is far too much we continue to take for granted. It is disappointing, to say the least, to see our provincial governments fighting against any real efforts to curb global warming, such as a carbon tax. At the same time, they are lagging in taking initiatives to deal with the fall out.

While partisan politics uses every instrument of technology such as mining data to help them shape their promises and their platforms and spend much of their time fighting one another the issues and challenges caused by global warming rage on.

I don’t have any answers except perhaps to say it is more important than ever to exercise your right to vote, in every single election, whether municipal, provincial or federal. Our future and the future of our young people and our very planet may depend on it.

Addicted to Drama?

“The media’s the most powerful entity on earth. They have the power to make the innocent guilty and to make the guilty innocent, and that’s power. Because they control the minds of the masses.” –  Malcom X

“The world is for thousands a freak show; the images flicker past and vanish; the impressions remain flat and unconnected in the soul. Thus they are easily led by the opinions of others, are content to let their impressions be shuffled and rearranged and evaluated differently.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“When distant and unfamiliar and complex things are communicated to great masses of people, the truth suffers a considerable and often a radical distortion. The complex is made over into the simple, the hypothetical into the dogmatic, and the relative into an absolute.” – Walter Lippmann

I think I need to stop reading news stories, or at least take a break for a while. It can be so depressing. I do believe in the goodness of humanity. I believe that there are more people fighting for the rights and freedoms of all races and creeds than those that would deny the same. I just wish there was more focus on that than on the cruel, vicious, and often insane ramblings of people who would malign the right and just. Last evening, I was watching America’s Got Talent with my husband. There was a young rapper performing a song about gun violence – she is only fourteen years old. That and the response of young people in Florida after the horrific school shooting there earlier this year gives me hope. We need more positive stories.

Unfortunately, the old media adage “if it bleeds it leads” is still much in evidence on all types of media and humanity’s addiction to drama holds sway when it comes to what news is presented. Don’t get me wrong, it is important for these stories to be told. We do need to be informed, but I think we need balance. We need the “feel good” stories. We need to know that all is not lost and we need to know that good can and will prevail. The public outcry against children being torn from their parents at the U.S. border with Mexico did result in positive change. Yes, I know many children still are not reunited with their families, but at least the strong opposition to that horrendous policy forced change. We live in an imperfect world filled with flawed human beings, but as the example of that particular public outcry demonstrates, at our core human beings are decent and good.


Warriors and the Red Road

Warriors do not carry rage. Warriors are kind, compassionate, understanding, and wise. Warriors know when to bind the wounds. They know life is never merely black and white, but an innumerable range of colours. Warriors are endlessly patient. Warriors know when to fight and when to retreat. They know they must pick their battles. Warriors make war on injustices and uphold the broken and disinherited. Warriors are gift and blessing. Warriors do not make war but promote peace. True warriors know the path of enlightenment and truth. They know the red road and will lead us, if we have the courage to follow. The red road is the path of honor and respect for oneself, others, and all life forms. Today, my Creator, help me follow the red road.

If you’d like to know a bit more about the red road check this out:

Golden Boy

Aw, golden boy

Your words were sweet to my ears

They were, I thought, sincere

Your face, your dear face

Seemed so open, so honest

Your eyes gazed into my own

And I believed

My stupid, naive heart

Took you at your word

But now your promises lay shattered

Like fragile glass

Aw, golden boy

How can I ever believe another?

Foolishness such as mine

Must be abandoned

Reality is such

That I can no longer deny

The truth your lies disguised

Words are empty tombs

Without action

Aw, golden boy

Life will go on, as it must

And I thank you for the lesson

Your empty vows have taught

Aw, golden boy

Your words are slick

Like unseen ice in winter

But I will slide no more

And this will be

Goodbye to you

golden boy