The last three weeks have been weird. I say that knowing in the back of my mind that since mid-October really the winds of history have changed and many things are pointing to one of those universal wtf times.
I can say this. I know stuff. I’ve been around the block, hell, the whole neighbourhood more than once. What I find interesting is all the parallels in assorted times of my life. That’s where this period is uniquely interesting.
First I guess is finding out that the wish for change politically was so strong and as the provincial elections happen we’re seeing that too.
Second but definitely not least is Paris. It has a 9-11 feel about it, but it isn’t that. Between one and two hundred people dead isn’t three thousand, no matter how horrific and sad it is. And to bring the point home, how many mass shootings have happened in the US have happened since then? It doesn’t matter to me.
What matters is innocent people have been gunned down for whatever stupid reason people do this. Do I care the reasons why? Actually, only remotely. I am more concerned that weapons of war are freely available in the open market in certain places which makes them available on the black market everywhere else. To me I don’t care what kind of crazy you are, you still had access to stuff that can kill a whole bunch of people when you shouldn’t have. I don’t care what religion you are. No religion if they truly are holy should be advocating mass murder. Pointe finale.
One thing that was interesting was out of the blue I read a post from an online acquaintance talking about landing the planes in Gander on 9/11. Now people who say that the recent events in Paris is their 9/11 is (a) wholely dismissing WWII and the hideous things the Nazis did, and (b) forgetting that 9/11 was kind of a bit bigger. People are forgetting history, which isn’t new at all. What was new was presenting the Gander story to people in a social media format that made people who didn’t know go wow, thanks. Some of us lived that. So I smiled and posted links to things that told the story from a different viewpoint.
But then I was in a phone call recently where I explained the history behind an old method of doing something related to my work that made me believe, yeah, maybe there’s worth in me yet work wise at a time when I was seriously wondering what posessed me to go back and….
An evening of chatting with a relative clearing the air. It was an all night thing and I’m glad we did that. Time moves on. There’s one thing that I will be able to better explain concerning a life issue someday but that issue we can talk about some other time, they need to just know that everything that happened and everything that was done and fought for by me was because I very much believed in them and wanted to very best for them. Who they are today is in large part because of stuff they just don’t remember, and that’s okay. It means maybe I kind of did something right, amid a whole bunch of people who on the sidelines where quick to disagree. It is interesting that when they weren’t on the sidelines but actively involved they came to see what I had known all along, and no, there were no apologies. At this point that is water under the bridge that’s so old it’s dried up.
I removed stuff online that I could as had requested, understanding that as a writer my soul is everywhere for the world to see. That’s who I am. That what I do. Darkness breeds in the silence so that’s not me. However, where I could put the cloak on and not dismiss my own story, I did so we’re good.
Nanowrimo ended with me not finishing this year which is okay; what I was writing is not my usual fiction and it took a lot more considered thought than one month could provide. That happens sometimes.
I submitted to the CBC Short Story contest for the first time in a few years so while I never have high hopes for that one, I’ll take it as an accomplishment.
The world is changing. Massively. As we pretend this isn’t world war three and while people are decrying their fears against refugees and others are claiming that financially the world is just about a-okay if you forget about oil, um….
I like change. It’s needed. But change for change’s sake isn’t always good either. As we live through the growing pains into the next era, all I ask of anybody is this: compassion is paramount. The world desperately needs this. At home, in the workplace, in general. Please care because if nobody else does in the world we’re lost.
I’ve said this before about religion but I’m going to say it again. Religious communities can do absolutely wonderful things, but the thing is this: if your religion pits you against everyone else in the world, if it asks you to do unspeakable things that you wouldn’t have before you joined, if you feel that compassion and love is second place to hate and anger is that godly? Really? Think. That’s all I ask. Please think. And if where you are isn’t suiting your heart, go elsewhere.
Avoir le coeur, aie amour entre nous, aie le voix de parler de tes veriters, aie de la joie et de la belle humeur, être soix-mêmes premièrement entre tous.