Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:
[This is the site I visit to fantasize about
living in Toronto again, which is almost
day during the winter]
Jonathan Cainer's Zodiac Forecasts
[This is where I visit in the morning, when
I need a positive spin on things past, present
[This is where I go to see what Canadians
are up to, sometimes I even buy things from
the businesses listed there.]
Environment Canada Weather
[This is the site I visit every morning,
and before every road trip during the winter]
I am Canadian to the core of my being.
This being said, the inauguration of President Barack
Obama in the United States of America, which is taking
place today, inspires in me awe and hope.
As I watch the television coverage of the inauguration
I am experiencing a flood of thoughts and feelings. There
are tears in my eyes, as there are tears in the eyes of
the Americans I see on the screen. The size of the crowd
is breathtaking, the media estimates two million people
gathered in Washington to share this event. The mood is
It is quite an experience to see this as it is happening,
as many people all over the world are seeing it happen.
be more accurate and interesting descriptions of the
I will focus on how this very big event in world history
affects one very small life in a country foreign.
First of all I feel small, very small. My existence on
this planet, at this time, is of no relevance to the events
I am witnessing. And yet, these events are of tremendous
significance to the events that occur in my little life.
The decisions made by the new president, how these decisions
impact Canadian politics and the Canadian economy, will
determine the quality of what remains of my life.
When Obama was elected, the television camera panned the
faces of an American crowd, I don't know where. On every
face, every possible kind of face, there shone hope. This
is the very first time in my life that I have seen this.
What I saw reflected my own existence; the hope I have
maintained since early childhood, the hope that I have
attached to no one man or woman, politic or religion or
philosophy, but to the human species, and have stubbornly
and entirely refused to abandon.
All my life I have been told by those who would have promoted
my status in the world, that I am too stubborn, that I
must betray that integrity I hold so dear, in order to
succeed. I did bend, oh yes, but not so much that I could
not yet again stand and reach for the light in my own right
and with dignity. It appeared that I would not follow sage
advice, but it was only that I could not. My achievements,
as a result, are celebrated solely by myself, my deity
and those who know me.
My experience with politicians has been disappointing.
As a teenager, I was smitten by the inspiring words of
Tommy Douglas, a prominent figure in Canadian politics.
His accomplishments were many and admirable. I did not
as feel passionately inspired by what he professed. A school
trip to Ottawa and our parliament showed me another side
to what it means to be a politician, a side I had not expected.
I was standing in the parliament building, in a hallway
open to the public, when I saw Mr. Douglas approaching,
walking, talking with other suited men. There were no media
representatives present, no audience, just a few high school
students standing in the hallway. As soon as I realized
who he was, I was awestruck, I stood mesmerized. I watched
his approach, and briefly thought, hoped, in my youthful
naivety, that he might speak to me. I was in his way, he
pushed past me. He did not look at me. I stepped back,
out of his way.
Since then I have felt very small when
in the presence of the politic, while in the presence
of the machines of power. Since then I have wondered at
of the ordinary
machinations of power. To date, for me, this is an unresolved
issue. I live in hope.
Today, I watch the joy of the musicians Pearlman, Ma, Montero
and McGill. I hear President Obama's words. I cry.
The event is very big, in many ways. I hear a rustle on
next to mine, and glance to my side to see Mist, my companion
in this small life, shifting her paw as she sleeps.
We are all breathing, Mist, Obama, the Americans in Washington,
the people of North America, people all over the world
and I. We are all breathing; at last.
Despite momentous events elsewhere on the planet, our little
life carries on as usual. Today I paid a few bills and calculated
that we might catch up by the end of March, if we are very
careful. The snow plow went by this morning and Attila had
to park the car on the road when he came home for lunch,
as the snow bank across the end of the driveway was too deep
for the car. It is going to be cold tonight, -20 C or so,
so we are burning three fires. "It's all good", as Helena
likes to say.
|RECIPES :: Cast
On The Screen
President-elect Barack Obama’s inauguration ceremony.
By The Easy Chair
Dragonfly in Amber
by Diana Gabaldon
"Genius is one per cent inspiration, ninety-nine per cent
Thomas Alva Edison
Wind: N 7km/h
Relative Humidity: 56%
Pressure: 101.25 kPa
Visibility: 6.4 km