Never has it been my intention to routinely address big news stories –
That is not what this blog means to be about.
Usually, I graze over the news. I want to know what is going on in our world
and I want to be able to speak intelligently to issues,
but I have learned that I cannot fixate on upsetting current events –
Also, I have lived long enough to understand that things are not what they first appear to be, and nothing is fixed,
or black and white.
As well, my energy and focus is better served when it is gently oriented towards my own little corner of the world.
Peace at home.
Occasionally, though, a story feels deeply significant and I am drawn to speak to it.
Or sometimes, a story veritably rocks my little corner of the world, my very perception of the world, and I find myself suddenly obsessing.
So it was when Jian Ghomeshi’s story broke and I read that first Facebook post of his while standing in our kitchen after supper that Sunday night.
For the next few days, I couldn’t even look away so crazy deep was my need to understand. Even as I was reading article after blog after comment after article, I was baffled by my own intense reaction and kept wondering why this was all hitting home so hard.
How could I be so emotionally involved?
How could I possibly be feeling betrayed by someone I didn’t even personally know.
I have had a few conversations with friends about the whole messy unfolding affair since,
and have realized that I have not been the only one really struggling with this –
Now that some time has passed, though, I am ready to share my emerging thoughts…
I have always wanted and needed to believe in the basic goodness of people, and I really don’t think I am alone in this desire.
People crave mentors and heroes and wise and loving leaders.
In this crazy and hard world that so often makes no sense at all,
there is a very deep part of us that fervently looks everywhere for wise guidance and loving leadership.
mentors, if we are lucky enough to find them, come and go,
people we admire die and or leave us,
those that we put on pedestals often come crashing off and down,
At the end of the game, pawns and kings go back into the same box. (italian proverb)
Time and time again in my life, I have looked around for that perfect hero/mentor/guide and realized that at the end of the day that
I must be her, and she must be me.
We must all ultimately find that integrity and clarity within or we will forever find ourselves floundering.
Peace at home.
Thank you, Jian, for re-opening a terribly important conversation around violence.
You ended up releasing a veritable tidal wave of emotionally charged thoughts and opinions, stories and impressions, experiences and perceptions that just won’t stop.
As with a traditional Native American talking circle, you held the stick first and it is now being passed around our giant country-wide circle where all have finally been given a new chance to speak out and be heard.
There was an imbalance of power that is righting itself as each new voice finds its footing, a disconnect that is re-wiring to something a little more truthful and real,
as this circle of conversation only continues to widen and inevitably expands to include the deeply important issues at the very heart of this complex and disturbing story.
This is where the seeds of healing and action are always sown, after all, in the listening and the acknowledging.
365 Days of Wonder
Who here has read Wonder by R.J. Palacio, the beautifully written story of August Pullman?
Auggie was born with a terrible facial abnormality and in an attempt to protect him from the outside world,
his parents have home-schooled him his whole life, but then decide to send him to middle school. The book is narrated by Auggie and those around him. It is a funny, gorgeous, moving story about courage and acceptance.
I first heard about Wonder from a staff member at Olivia’s middle school. Her school loved the book so much that they sought out corporate funding to purchase every student their own hard copy,
and even made a quote from the book their motto for the year,
‘When given the choice between being right or being kind, choose kind.’ W. Dyer
Recently, I saw a follow-up to this book in Chapters called 365 Days of Wonder. I bought it immediately.
365 Days of Wonder is a collection of beautiful precepts or words to live by, inspired by the middle school teacher in Wonder, Mr. Browne, who loves to use quotes in his teaching.
This companion book to Wonder further explores the character of Mr. Browne,
and is the most lovely compilation of daily ‘precepts’ garnered from all sorts of sources
from ancient Egyptian tombstones to fortune cookies to original contributions.
I know that there are countless books out there full of quotes,
and that social media feeds are brimming with positive affirmations and all of this can start to feel old,
but I promise you that this book offers up something fresh and quite special.
Exciting things ahead…..
As a child, November was always my favourite month. My birthday is in November~In November we can start to feel excited about Christmas in a way whereby all the wonderful possibilities of what the holiday might look like are still far-off and dreamy.
Even snow-falls have a more magical quality in early Winter.
This November feels especially ripe with beautiful promise. At the end of the month I will be revealing a project that has been in the works for over a year,
and I am as giddy as this guy~