Saturday, March 18, 2017

The Week Everyone's A Wee Bit Irish..................


The time change, clock setting craziness is now behind us. It's no longer completely dark when I get up in the morning, and the snow is sort of, almost, kind of, looking like it might be on its way to being gone. Is it now safe to say that Spring is close?

It seems like every time a person entertains the mere thought of spring, Mother Nature's henchmen, AKA weather forecasters, start talking about yet another snow storm lurking, stealthily deciding where to dump its wares.

The earth still turns, and circles the sun, so it really is only a matter of time.......patience.
For those who are new to this part of the world, hang in there, for you, it's got to be particularly rough.

So, last week we went to see the movie, "Hidden Figures", a movie I would highly recommend. It was such an important piece of history that, up to this point was untold. Why did this story take fifty plus years to tell?

There have been different movies and books that have highlighted segregation and other blatantly racist behaviors in the past, but, for me, this movie, somehow, made it more personal. Maybe it was the fact that they focused on this small group, bringing forth the very personal stories of these three women.

I'm a fairly curious person with a pretty healthy thirst for knowledge, especially about this time period. Why had I never heard of these women? This story? This chunk of history?

I can't help but wonder how many stories, similar to this one, are out there, disappearing as the ones who were there, walking through it, have their memories stripped by old age.

As we are lucky enough to still have some of these important people among us, we should be taking advantage of their memories, soaking in their experiences, documenting them to pass on to future generations. We can't leave our history, as humans, to be solely told by those who compose analytical textbooks. If stories like the one told in "Hidden Figures" are being ignored, skipped over, deemed unimportant, or tilted in some way to downplay the significance of contributions made by certain genders, races, or cultures, it becomes increasingly important to dig deeper. History should put forth unfettered by politics, agenda, or even the slightest leanings toward any inequality.

We can't allow our children to digest a history full of "alternative facts."

We need to be more diligent about presenting a more accurate and complete picture of our human journey, both when studying what has already come to pass, and as we strive forward.

There is a lot of ugliness in our history that makes it hard to look at, but there is a lot of beauty too. We have the responsibility of uncovering the entirety of both so we don't continue to perpetuate a filtred truth, in turn, crippling future generations searching to learn from, and improve upon their past.


So, the past week has proven to be, thankfully another busy one at the shop. Hopefully, I won't have to work remotely much longer.

I managed to get quite a few words added to my novel.............

Laundry happened, meals were made, toilets were cleaned, cookies were baked, and a grandbaby came for a sleepover.

All in all a good week.

As for the upcoming days............

Hoping to get very close to finishing the first draft of this novel.................

Working from home.........

Run much needed errands.................


Well, that about does it for now, until next time.............

In honour of St. Paddy's Day....................

May you enjoy the day when everyone's at least a wee bit Irish, indulging in everything green.
May you find the fortitude to pace yourself, be kind to yourself, for hangovers can be awfully mean.

May you find your pot of gold, your four leaf clover, your leprechaun, or whatever charm you deem brings you luck.
May that luck stay with you, sending good things your way, bringing you joy, lifting you when feeling stuck.

May the music, humour and heart of our Celtic friends carry you over and through any difficult days that may take their toll.
May the lilt of the language, the whimsical tales of Faeries, the fathoms deep pool of poetry, stay with you, a warm embrace for a weary soul.

Until next time..............

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