Time flies by so quickly! Sorry I haven’t been blogging. I have been writing a lot, but I’ve been working on my next books instead of blogging.
So let me tell you what’s new and what hasn’t changed! We are still loving being on the farm. The work doesn’t feel like work; it feels like I get to play outside, making improvements or doing things for the well-being of our animals. We have 4 alpacas now, but instead of a baby from Uki as we were expecting, we got another yearling female from our friends at the nearby alpaca farm. We needed a buddy for Daisy when she was being weaned, so she wouldn’t be alone, and that’s when we got Marley. She’s toffee-brown and always smiling! When it was time to give her back, we realized we were pretty attached to her. So, we asked if we could keep her and they said yes! Yay!
But as often happens in life, this happy occasion followed a time of sorrow. Only 10 days after Uki had her baby, Allie, the baby died unexpectedly. We don’t know what was wrong with Allie or why she died. We simply found her very weak one morning and she passed away shortly after. It was so sad! We cried and cried! The worst part was thinking about taking her body away to bury her — would her momma understand, or would she blame us forever for taking her baby away? Argh, I tortured myself with this for a few hours, but there was no delaying her burial. Of course, Uki spit at us, but she seemed to have figured out Allie was dead and so she did not blame us (at least she did not seem to hold a grudge). It was a hard time for us, to say the least.
A month later or so, we came home to find my dad’s horse, Sassy, in distress in the bush. Splash, her faithful sidekick (who doesn’t kick, thankfully!) came and found me and led me to where Sassy was laying. We took a blanket out to her, and a tarp to keep the rain off, and through much cajoling and coaxing, we managed to get her to walk to the barn. Whew! Now she could dry out, warm up, have some water and recover! She had scrapes and bruises on both sides of her head, and unfortunately, she did not recover from them. She died overnight and again, we were faced with the task of burying one of our farm family members. Sigh. We love Sassy. What a great horse she was! My dad rode her lots over the years and he misses her too. (Sassy is the brown horse in the photo below.)
We still have Splash and I make sure I don’t underestimate her intelligence any more. She’s one smart horse! We just have to decide now how to take care of her better — get her a companion, or send her to spend the winter with her previous herdmates.
Since it’s starting to get colder out and we got a pile of snow the other day, we decided it was time to move the chickens from the outdoor “chicken tractor” or mobile home that I’d made — a coop with no floor, which we move along the grass every few days (photo at right) — to their winter kiekelbood. It has a heat lamp and a nice roost for them, so I’m sure they are happy about it. When I was getting it ready for them, Wade, the male kitten from last summer, went in there, caught a mouse in 5 seconds flat and started crunching it down! Yikes! I guess he likes mouse on the menu!
We still have lots of cats. Although we went a month without seeing the two more adventurous ones, Xena and Gabrielle, they came back yesterday! Xena had gobs of snow in her fur, so it looks like she had come a ways, maybe across the field, to come home! It was SO very nice to see them. Wade and Beautiful, the other two kittens, are buds and tend to stay around home. If I’m out working on a fence or whatever, they are often nearby.
I’ve really been noticing how smart our animals are, and that has inspired one of the books I’m working on. It’s all about intelligence. Intelligence is everywhere, in different forms for different animals. Even when people do things that seem “dumb,” they aren’t. They just have a motivation we don’t understand, or something deep-seated or subconscious is going on.
Other projects completed and accomplishments I’m rather proud of: We hooked up chains to a well-built calf shelter and dragged it a ways so that it could serve as an alpaca shelter in a corral. Then, we had to fix the corral fence. I hooked up the post-pounder, pounded 3 posts one evening after work, and nailed boards on another day. After a few other minor repairs, the corral is ready for… more alpacas! We are going to get two males so that Fozzie has some buddies. (Fozzie is the black alpaca in the photo above.) He’s separated from the girls most of the time, you know. Darn hormones! 🙂
We have quite a few rickety fences, and I used to feel overwhelmed about it all, but I have found that I really enjoy pounding posts! It’s very therapeutic. I fixed a particularly problematic fence post last week. It held the hinges for a gate that we use all the time, and the post had rotted off at the base. So the gate was very wobbly and it took a certain technique to open or close it. I started by freeing the post from the fence wires, and then unscrewed the hinges from the post. I got a new post — a nice, straight one! — and drilled holes in it to install the hinges. That was a several-step process and I’ll spare you the details! Once it was ready, I pounded it in a foot over from the old hole and reinstalled the gate! Success!
Other successes — we sold our house in High Level! Finally. It was on the market for 2 years! It is such a relief to sell it. This frees up mental space, money and the hassles having tenants. We are so grateful to our real estate agent!
So then we had a little money to play with! I found a natural gas pick up truck for sale, so on our way for vacation (which was long overdue), we went to Calgary and bought it. Since there’s a refueling station right beside my work, it’s very convenient. I’ll have to blog about this more, perhaps… it’s a pretty unique vehicle!
For our holidays, we went to BC to visit friends. We stopped in Calgary and crashed a good friend’s thanksgiving dinner, then went to Golden. We stayed there one night, unexpectedly, because the highway was closed. The next day, we saw friends in Armstrong who run a greenhouse, and the next, we connected with a friend in Vernon. So good to see him — we are kindred spirits! Then, we spent a couple of days in Kelowna visiting other friends and doing a few touristy things, including the Myra Canyon Trestle Trail. Loved that! We have my family to thank for making the holiday possible! One of my cousins, her husband and daughter did our chores for us, along with my parents — two times per day! But we knew our animals would be well-cared-for, which is so important.
When we got back, we had a minor crisis when our sewer tank was filling too quickly and we could not figure out where the water was coming from. We realized that it was ground water leaking in (like a small underground river!) because the water table is way too high this year, and there seems to be a small hole in the wall of the tank. So, I rented a pump, hauled it out behind the dugout and set it all up to pump into a creek which leads to the second dugout. Now, the water level in the main dugout is much lower and therefore the water table should drop too. Repairs will follow; hopefully it will all go smoothly.
That’s the fun of living on a farm! In the city, you never have to think about where your sewage goes! But you also have neighbours, sirens, traffic and such to deal with. We really do have space, quiet and nature all around us. Not to mention our animal friends to keep us company!
This winter, I’m going to keep working on my latest books. Rather than publish one large book and try to stitch several themes into one, I decided to write several small books on different topics. The first one is done, and I’m working on the second one and getting lots of ideas for the third! It’s been really fun writing again. I kind of had to put it on hold while I was training for my new job. The first three books will be (working titles):
– It All Belongs: The Law of Attraction and How the Universe Works
– Animal, Vegetable and Mineral: Intelligence is Everywhere
– Illness and Wellness: Attitudes That Make the Difference
So stay tuned for more on the new books when they are finished! Take care, everyone. Do something you enjoy today. Tell someone you love them. Smile at strangers! Be kind to yourself.
Have you heard the expression, “he is an impressionable young man?” I always took that to mean that the boy was likely to take a passing comment to heart too much, or that if you mentioned something to him, it might have such an impression on him that he forms a whole way-of-being based on it. For example, if you said, “I really like Bob’s hair cut,” he might go get the same haircut and wear his hair that way for years. Or if he saw a successful man in a nice suit, he’d realize who had the power and then spend years of his life trying to be that guy.
Do you know any hypochondriacs? Whatever the new disease, they’ve got it? Those pharmaceutical commercials on TV must be a killer on them — always needing to run to their doctor to find out if XYZ drug is right for them! Can you imagine? Another example of “an impressionable” person — believing that if someone else can get this-or-that illness, then they are vulnerable to it, too.
In so many ways, we can all be impressionable or hypochondriacs, don’t you think? Except we do it with ideas. We take other people’s ideas about how the world is, and we make them our own. If it applies to them, it must apply to me, too. Maybe it’s the abuse of scientific thinking — if Bob found it to be true, it must be true for everyone, like physics or chemistry. But that just isn’t the case! What can be absolutely true for one person can be completely false for another. And (to really bend your brain), this can even apply to physics and chemistry.
I’m having a hard time thinking of examples. Here’s one that might work: Darren and I were driving home from a Christmas party. He commented, in a worried tone, that this section of road seems to be ice. I thought, “why on earth is he saying that? Why is he worried about that?” If I had been driving, I might have noticed a certain sheen to the road, but we have good winter tires, and as long as you’re going a reasonable speed — which he was — then there is nothing to worry about! I said something along these lines, and Darren seemed kind of offended, because I wouldn’t join him in his worry. But why? There is nothing to worry about! He pointed out the sliding marks where someone before us had slid on the road. I said, “so what? Some people have banana peels for tires!” But, there was clearly a huge rift between how I was feeling — happy from time spent with friends, great music, and yummy food — and how he was feeling. Of course, feelings come from thoughts, and he had been thinking worried, unhappy thoughts before that.
So, what could I do in that situation? I absolutely believe that it does not help anyone to join them in their worry. Definitely. But, to be cheerful in the presence of someone having a worry-party just doesn’t work. If I’ve tried to cheer them up and they just won’t, I have to leave them be. I guess if they have been through some sort of trauma, I would sit and just be with them, but in the case of last night, I just couldn’t get on board. Which I guess is me judging the situation and not feeling that it warranted all the concern Darren was intent on giving it. Yet, we can all be hypochondriacs and overly-impressionable, so I definitely could have been more compassionate.
That’s growth. That’s living in relationship. That’s life! 🙂 I think all we can do for ourselves is to try and be aware of what areas of life we are impressionable in, and what we are exposing ourselves to. Perhaps focusing on health would help us not to get sick (because we can be hypochondriacs), or spending time with people or watching TV that exposes us to “sick” thoughts. What if you paid attention to how certain shows on TV make you feel? If you feel unhappy about yourself, or unsatisfied with your home/clothes/hair/job/whatever, then that show is planting ideas in you (because we can all be impressionable at times). Are they ideas you want to grow? If not, you have to weed them out! And that is so much harder than not exposing yourself to that seed in the first place.
As always, just my thoughts on things!
P.S. I passed my final evaluation! 🙂 (Read the post here.)
“Do or do not. There is no try.” – Yoda
So many times in life, we are presented with opportunities to improve our lives, whether it be through a job or in a business. So we decide to give it a try. I have been doing this over the last few months at Nav Canada. I was offered a job there at the Flight Information Centre, having left the company 6 years ago. It is such an excellent opportunity! I’ve been training to give pilot weather briefings (customized weather forecasts just for pilots) since the end of January — that’s why I haven’t been blogging at all! It’s been taking up all my time!
They’ve been teaching us a ton of weather theory, all about high and low pressure systems, what causes them to form, develop and dissipate. We’ve learned everything there is to know about warm and cold fronts, how to see when they begin and pick them out on upper air charts. Precipitation, cloud types, tornadoes and hurricanes. Freezing rain, vorticity, and a whole chapter on fog. It’s ridiculous how much I know about the jet stream now! And I can interpret satellite imagery, radar signals, and read a GFA like a boss.
As you might have guessed, I did pretty well at the theory and classwork. We wrote 7 tests and I think my lowest mark was 89%. In the process, I have completely drained the ink out of 2 pens (I’m working on the 3rd), filled two 3″ binders with hand-written notes, and have an impressive stack of cue cards with key points on them.
The practical part has been much more of a challenge. We have a lab with all the computers and graphic feeds that we need to give these customized weather forecasts. We go back and forth between 3 different screens to look at all the satellite views, actual weather reports and aviation forecasts. It’s a challenge to correlate all the info and the theory and then know how much to actually SAY to the pilot. What does he/she need to know? How much is too much info? How do I describe what I’m seeing over the phone so that it makes sense? It was very difficult to put the info into a logical order and string it together so that is sounds good.
And I’m a talker! I don’t usually have any sort of trouble communicating! One day, it all clicked and I was able to describe things well and get it all out. Then my instructors all started saying I need to say less. “Too much detail. You’ll confuse the pilot.” So, I’d say less. Sometimes, there were great pauses, as I tried to conjure the best, most concise way to say what I needed to say. Then, during a pause, they’d prompt me, “talk about the radar.” “Jesus H Christ, that’s what I’m about to do!” I would think, but I never said it. All of us trainees were awkward and making lots of mistakes, and our instructors would interrupt us. They were trying to help, or stop us from making mistakes, but it was so frustrating. Many times, I felt like saying, “just let me do it. Let me make the mistakes, notice them and fix them. Yes, typos will happen. Just never mind them!” But I didn’t say anything, and soon I started having nightmares about not being heard, yelling and no one listening. It was bad. I found out that my fellow students were having similar experiences, and one of them kinda blew up one day; after that, there was less interrupting.
After one lab run with the worst interrupting instructor, I finally had the clarity to tell him this: “When you interrupt or try to help, I feel like you don’t think I can do it. And that makes it really hard to actually do it.” I think he understood that, and that was the core of the problem. I was frustrated because I felt like he was just sitting there, feeling I was hopeless, wishing he was home (or anywhere else!) because I was so bad. But after I said that, he stopped almost all his interrupting and he was more encouraging.
So now we are in evals (evaluations). The mid-term eval was one 8-hour day, and in the 2 lab runs leading up to it, I was very stressed. All I could do was joke that I was getting all my nerves out ahead of time so that I’d do better on the eval. I have only been that nervous a few times in my life, and it was so hard on me. I decided that mistakes be damned, I just HAD to lighten up about it or it was going to kill me. I just can’t live with that level of stress for days on end.
And I passed! So the course continued and we learned more in-depth theory, like why the worst turbulence is on the left side of the jet stream. And it was all good! But now it’s time for the final eval.
It is three days long! Three 8-hour days of giving weather briefings, taking flight plans, processing NOTAMS, and generally having every word I say written down and scrutinized. I’ve done 2 of those days and have 1 more to go and I am just bursting to write about my experience.
On Monday, we had a practice run. As before, I was pretty nervous and didn’t do very well. Tuesday went quite a bit better, and I was feeling pretty confident on Wednesday, day 1 of the eval. As it went along, I was able to keep my nerves in check, and tried my absolute best to do my job diligently, carefully and not make mistakes. Tried very hard. As I went, once in a while I would realize I had made a small mistake, and I think I even knew I had made one bigger one, but at the end I was feeling pretty good. My instructor came over and gave me a quick overview of how I’d done — and I couldn’t believe how many mistakes I had made. All kinds of dumb ones! That I hadn’t even realized I had made! Lots. Too many. Way too many. I still passed overall, but barely.
Well, shit. All that careful work. I thought I had done so well! I was really rattled. It took me a while to process that on Wednesday night so that I could eventually get to sleep.
Yesterday came and I told myself, “it’s a new day! I won’t make those mistakes again.” I went in early, as I always do, and reviewed all the charts and weather info. I got it pretty solidly in my head and felt very ready, again! Almost too ready. I was there an hour and a half early, so by the time we started, I was pumped. And so I rushed in on the first one without considering all the info and made a really big mistake on the very first call! And I realized it a few minutes later! Crap. And then the strangest thing happened.
I instantly took on a “f*ck it” attitude. “Screw it. If I’m ridiculously careful, I make mistakes I don’t even know I’m making. If I act more confident, I screw that up too! F*ck f*ck f*ck.”
It was very strange. A part of me was still detached enough to see what was going on and that the f*ck it train of thought was too far on the other side of the pendulum and would prove self-destructive. Somehow, I don’t even really know how, I was able to talk myself down and get back into a more balanced headspace in order to do the job. And I did pretty well at the end of the day. I still made some mistakes, but other than that really big one at the beginning, I did better than on Wednesday.
And today is Friday, day 3. I’ve been struggling with getting in the right headspace for the practical side of the job for weeks. But I think I’ve got it. I’ve had 2 big realizations:
– I have to channel the inner weather briefer in me! I have the training! I know how to do it.
– So just do it. Stop trying and just do it.
That’s it. That’s my deep wisdom. Do or do not. There is no try. Trying just makes for a dualistic mindset/vibe. It introduces the possibility of not being successful. Learn, practice, do. That’s it! (Hey, I could write a book, like Liz Gilbert’s “Eat Pray Love” and call it “Learn Practice Do.” 🙂
As a side note, I started this blog to report on my training progress with Nav Canada the first time! Some of those old posts are fun reading! 🙂
My father-in-law was a travel agent for many years and had traveled around the world. He had developed an affinity for Persian rugs, and owned a couple in his home. When Expedia got popular, along with other book-it-yourself sites on the internet, he got out of the travel-agent business and retired. However, he felt like he was a little too young for full retirement, so he got a job at Home Depot. What department did they put him in? Flooring.
Sheesh, he knew rugs — fancy Persian rugs. He didn’t have any interest in laminate or hardwood, but that’s where he worked.
Work is something that a lot of people agonize over. They want/need to make enough money (however they define enough), but are also concerned with their appearance — how will they feel telling others where they work? What will their status in society be? If we never talked about where we work, it would take the pressure off in many ways, but that’s not how our society works. Sometimes, we want to work in our field or “in our passion” so much, that it blinds us to opportunities right in front of us.
I have worked all over the place. I had a very hard time getting my first job. It was July 1992 and I had just moved away from home. I wanted to live in Edmonton for a couple of months before University started, to get my feet under me. But the summer jobs were all taken already, especially those that a high school student might get. I had minimal work experience except for what I did for my dad at the farm, and that doesn’t go very far in the city! I looked all over, and when I asked at a gas station, they referred me to “Gordon, across the street,” who had mentioned he needed some help. Gordon ran a hobby supply business on the side, and he had been so busy with orders, he was falling behind. I think he hired me because I was a farm girl, and I was less likely to be grossed out by all the mouse poop in his storage room! So, I spent the summer, and off-and-on for a couple more years, unpacking and organizing parts that came in, and filling orders to be shipped. Not very glamourous!
I wonder if that early experience shaped the way I think about work. I have never been overly concerned with the “status” associated with a job, although I’ve had some pretty good ones! I worked at the Edmonton Space and Science Centre (before they changed their name 3 times!). I was Staff Scientist at Science North, where I had plenty of opportunities to travel, including watching the space shuttle launch from as close as they’ll let you! That was pretty cool. I met almost all of Canada’s astronauts throughout my seven years working there. Then I went on to Nav Canada. I had always wondered if I had the aptitude to do air traffic services, and it turns out I do! I got very high scores by aptitude, but I still had to work my butt off and complete the course, get certified, and thrive as a Flight Service Specialist. Again, not anywhere as glamourous as an Air Traffic Controller, but very good work, which I loved and was good at.
Isn’t that all we want in a job? To do something we enjoy and are good at? With just enough variety or challenge to keep us interested? Ah, I guess not. Some are bent on impressing their friends, or earning the respect of their folks or in-laws. Or following their dream! It’s ironic that I’ve never been ambitious, yet I’ve done well! Having the love of my family helps; there is no need to impress and no fear of letting them down. They just love me! I’m so lucky.
After coming back from Fort Simpson and Wrigley, I worked for a summer at Ferguson’s Market, owned by good friends. I worked ridiculous hours and really wore myself down, to the point where my own health suffered and I think I aged 2 years that summer. Sometimes I wonder why I did that. Do I have an unhealthy attitude of dedication to work? Or do I tend toward denying my own needs to the extreme? I’m not sure. After we moved back to the farm, I had a chance to catch up on my sleep and “be unemployed” for a little while — something I have NEVER been in my whole life. I was still getting paid overtime from Ferguson’s, so I wasn’t actually unemployed, but my life felt like it. It was fun! So, I’m probably not a work-a-holic.
When I went back to work, it was for my mom’s friend Alice, and again, it was not glamourous. I worked at an auto glass shop, Crackmasters. Yes, I answered the phone that way every day without laughing! At least, not out loud! My main job was detailing vehicles, which was such hard work, my back, arms and hands ached every night. We also did U-Haul rentals and sold adult tricycles — three-wheeled recumbent bikes, I don’t know what YOU were thinking! The word “adult” just makes everything dirty, eh? 🙂 It WAS dirty in the shop but at least there was no mouse poop! I worked hard, and helped Alice with anything she needed. It was uncanny that after she hired me to do detailing, she found out she had breast cancer. So, she taught me how to do everything else and I covered for her while she recovered from surgery. I felt good knowing I was needed — I think that’s another part of my personality that factors into my relationship with work.
Then I saw the job posted at Signature Flight Support. I’m pretty sure when they checked my references, Alice told them that I always tried to be as helpful and friendly as possible to every customer. So I got the job! It was a big jump up, and I got to work at the airport (which I love). I had to learn how their systems worked, and how to deal with the VIPs that fly in and out of our facility. That was new — I had never dealt with the upper crust of society before. When I was new, I decided my main strategy would be to treat everyone as though they were very important, and it is a good one! You never know who you are talking to — could be the owner of the company you work for! (When you’re new, you don’t know who everyone is!) Now, I do it everywhere, and I like it. I respect people more, as well as just being polite or friendly.
Every job is an opportunity to learn something. It’s not about the money for me. In fact, in my last few jobs I’ve developed the attitude that I get to go help someone out, and then they pay me — how cool is that?!? I think most people think about trading your skills or your time for money, or a combination of both. If I don’t think about the money, and almost pretend I’m volunteering, just to help out and because I said I’d be there, and I do my job to the absolute best of my ability, then the pay cheque at the end of the month is a huge bonus! “Wow, they paid me to do what I would have done anyway!”
I don’t want to make it sound like I always love going to work. Sometimes, I wish I could stay home like anyone else! When I have been working 6-7 days/week, I pine for days at home! But, I go because I agreed to go or because they need me, not because I have to, or because I feel stuck. I know it’s a subtle difference, but it matters. I value reliability, so I am reliable. Working is best when one’s job is in line with one’s values. A vegan should not work as a chef at a steak house, for example. But sometimes, having really high standards for a job can only hold you back; often, taking a good job ahead of you leads to the exact job you’d like in the future. For example, I worked part-time at the Edm Space and Science Centre which led to the full-time job at Science North — an excellent job! — and being friendly with people at Crackmasters led to giving first-rate customer service at Signature.
So, while happily dividing my time between Signature and the Centre for Spiritual Living (doing special projects), quite out of the blue, I got a job offer to go back to Nav Canada. They are short-staffed, and you know I can’t turn down someone who needs me! And where I know I’ll enjoy the work and have the perfect balance of challenge and variety, and make good money! I feel so blessed! I am the blessed and the blesser. I’ll be working in the Flight Information Centre, doing weather briefings (pilots call for weather before flying if the weather is icky), handling flight plans and a variety of other aviation stuff. I’m excited! I get to work in Edmonton, close to home. It’s so great!
I wonder what I’ll learn at this job… So far, in my working life I’ve learned:
– It’s okay for a job not to be glamourous. (the hobby wholesaler)
– You don’t have to talk about where you work, or ask people where they work! It doesn’t really matter! (in general)
– Be ready to work when you get there. Don’t eat breakfast at work! (Edm Space and Science Centre; I had a coworker who did this and it was so rude!)
– It’s good to be friends with your coworkers! (Science North)
– Working in one’s aptitude is very rewarding. (Nav Canada, the first time)
– Doing something outside your normal range is a huge growth opportunity! (in general)
– Don’t ever let yourself get sleep deprived, for any reason. Sleep is too important to go without! (Ferguson’s Market)
– Treat everyone as though they are important. (Signature)
– Teamwork is fabulous; knowing what others are doing, and how your role interweaves with theirs, and then providing customer service that absolutely blows people’s minds is really, really fun! (Signature)
– My happiness is absolutely independent of anyone else; if anyone around me is grumpy, it doesn’t matter. I can still be happy! (I’ve learned this one a few times!)
I should add that my father-in-law didn’t sell flooring for very long! It was alright while it lasted, but he went back into the travel business. He is now using his unique skill and knowledge of the middle east to offer tours and cruise packages to “the holy land,” Israel. 🙂
We recycle and reuse items whenever possible, and it’s considered the socially and environmentally-conscious thing to do. Well, here’s the ultimate in re-using: apparently, in the 1960’s, people would send used tea bags to missionaries in Africa! Doesn’t this sound crazy?!? It says a lot about how people thought back then.
There isn’t much value in a used tea bag, beyond adding it to a compost pile. But perhaps to the people collecting them, saving tea bags and donating them was worthwhile. Perhaps giving a tea bag to someone else when you would have used it one or two more times was even a hardship. Certainly going to Africa to be a missionary was a hardship — perhaps tea bag donations were meant to ease the pain, to provide something from home that one couldn’t get in Africa. But were the missionaries actually happy to receive their shipment of used tea bags? It’s hard to imagine! I think I would be borderline offended! I mean, all the caffeine from the tea has been washed out, and there wouldn’t be much flavour left either… but maybe if you combine several bags together, you can enjoy a decent cup of tea. Not by our standards, but in Africa in the 60’s or 70’s…? But why not just send NEW tea bags?
I wonder if the people saving their bags felt they were doing something good, something helpful. If so, maybe the missionaries appreciated the gesture, if not the flavour. I suppose the tea-drinkers thought themselves to be helping the cause, to be contributing to “the Lord’s work,” somehow. It seems quite ridiculous to us, though, doesn’t it?
I wonder if 30 or 40 years from now, we will look back at our society and giggle or cringe at things we do now, feeling like we’re helping the cause or doing what’s socially or environmentally conscious. I suspect we might cringe over burning fossil fuels, when there is so much clean, free energy in the sun, wind, and waves. All coastal cities will have low-profile wave-generators for their electricity. Maybe we’ll even be using DC voltage exclusively, and have mini-power stations for individual houses or neighbourhoods everywhere.
I wonder if we’ll twitch over time spent on Facebook or playing games. Will we pine over the lost time, when we were able-bodied, that we spent sitting still? Will we think that cheering for sport teams is silly, and rioting, ridiculous? I cringe when I see people burning wood piles (waste wood). Why not chip it and spread it? Compost it? I recently learned of hugelkultur — gardening on top of a pile of wood! How cool is that?
Anyways, if you are hardcore into environmental causes, I encourage you to save your tea bags and, uh, well, don’t send them to anyone! Sheesh. Compost ’em, and if you want to help a missionary in Africa, send money!
(Actually, my mom is part of a group that sews simple sun-dresses for girls in hot, poor countries, so they can have something nice and airy to wear. I like that!)
Do you know the John Lennon song, “War is Over” – you probably do. It starts as “So this is Christmas… and what have you done…” Have a listen here:
Those were different times, weren’t they? There was military activity, peace protests and sit-ins. We just don’t do that any more. The militaries of the world’s nations still take action, but people don’t really protest it any more. I think that many people still want peace, but they feel overwhelmed. The world’s hotbeds of conflict are also complicated, deep-seated messes abounding with resentment and history. And maybe, thanks to those peace protests of the past, and wisdom traditions of the east, and writers like Deepak Chopra and the famous quote of Ghandi, we know that we really do have to be the change we want to see in the world.
Which means to have peace, we must be peace. We must cease our internal conflicts, stop judging and fighting with our family members, stop cursing at drivers on the road and stop villainizing everyone who makes a mistake. How would we do this? Speaking of overwhelming things, right?
What if we stopped categorizing things and seeing the world in black and white? What if we stopped labeling things, and criticizing others when in reality, we are so like them? What if we were kinder to ourselves, and this kindness and acceptance seeped into everything we do, the way we look at everything, and how we interact with every person in every way?
This is the core of it: we judge ourselves harshly so we judge others the same.
We may think others are judging us harshly so we gauge our response accordingly, but actually, almost everyone out there is so wrapped up in his/her own suffering, any judgement towards us has nothing to do with us.
What if we started telling ourselves, “I don’t want you to suffer.”(I got this idea from Elizabeth Gilbert in a podcast with Pete Holmes – loved it!) What if we started accepting the mistakes we make and foibles of the day as drops on a windshield – easily wiped away by a few hours’ sleep and a new day?
Anyone want to try it? This is what I am going to work on being more consistent in. I’m halfway there – I am able to do this a lot of the time, but I still do label things and people sometimes, judging them by their behaviour instead of seeing through it to their true nature. The harshest of people are just having a harder time making their way in the world. The angriest are just the most stressed. The inconsiderate ones are simply preoccupied.
By far, most of my interactions with people are awesome! They are fun and friendly! I take it as a good sign, that I’m attracting loveliness and lightheartedness into my life experience. But I am still not always “fun and friendly, lovely and lighthearted” with myself. I do sometimes make myself suffer. I occasionally want to teach myself a lesson – which is ridiculous! Seriously?!? I can learn lessons all over the place, and I don’t need any reproach! I have my maximum growth in the hardest of times, and I’ve been there, done that, and I don’t wear the T-shirt anymore because I don’t need any help to remember it! Those times shaped me. They molded me and I am absolutely not the same as I was. Every day I’m a little different, in fact. But in what way? I hope I’m a little kinder and more uplifting.
Join me, if you like, and stop making yourself suffer. Start accepting yourself and others more. Label things less, but most of all, if you mess up, talk to yourself about it for 5 minutes and then move on. To do anything more would be like continually bringing up a mistake to your teenage son or daughter, never letting them forget. How angry they would be!! And how quickly would they shut down and refuse to show anything of themselves to you. So, don’t foster that in yourself. Be sweet and endeavour to never bring your mistakes up again in that chiding, self-hating tone again.
We can be our own best friend or our own worst enemy. Which will you choose? So this is Christmas… Ready to try being a friend to yourself?!?
I did Remembrance Day a day early this year. I was invited to sing with the One Voice Choir in Edmonton, and we performed a medley of 2 songs for the No Stone Left Alone ceremony.
Although it wasn’t exactly like other Remembrance Day ceremonies I’ve been to, there were definitely some similarities. Dignitaries were announced as they walked in (I wonder why they do that? Maybe because in Elizabethan England people would whisper, “who is that? Who’s that with him?” so they started announcing people as they came in to reduce the whispering. It’s just a theory). People held flags. A man in uniform played the trumpet. There were speeches, generally boring and filled with cliches. They go something like this:
To [important person #1], [important person #2], [important person #3], [important person #4]… (until all “important people” in attendance have been listed). We are gathered here today to [insert cliche #1], [insert cliche #2], [insert cliche #3]. (They then proceed to say mostly boring, socially expected things and ramble on for their allotted time. Honestly, my mind wanders after a bit and I usually get sidetracked wondering what strange situation spawned the cliches in the first place.)
I don’t mean to slam all tradition; I know it is important. But,
Here is what I would like to say, on this Remembrance Day.
To the men and women currently serving in any capacity in our armed forces: Thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I’m pretty sure you’re not doing it for the money or the fame. So, in whatever motivates you, may there be lots of it. Again, thank you.
To the families of those who serve in our military: Thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you for living with uncertainty, facing your fears daily, and for all the unseen and unknown hardships that you go through. I’ll never know what it’s truly like for you, and all I can humbly say is thank you.
To the families who have lost their loved one(s) in the line of duty: Thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
May you have all the support you need. May you never feel alone. May you feel the gratitude your whole country has for the difficulties you have had to face. May you feel as much peace, hope, and optimism as you possibly can. May you remember that your loved one contributed to a good cause, and died in the prime of his/her life doing what he/she loved.
To the wounded soldiers who return to us, whether wounded physically or emotionally: Thank you.
May you have all the support you need. May you never feel alone. May you feel the gratitude of your whole country for the difficulties you have had to face. May you feel as much peace, hope and optimism as you possibly can. May you rediscover how to thrive, how to live a full life, and how to enjoy the freedom you helped to create.
To all those hearing these words, shake the hand of a uniformed person today, and tell them you appreciate them. Hug your loved ones and tell them you appreciate them. Stand and clap with me, if you agree.
[ thunderous applause ]