January isn’t making anything easy on me, but it too shall pass.
Somehow, I’ve had Billie Holiday on my mind as this month stretches on, painfully on and on.
I’m thankful for the never ending list of ideas that come to me, as potential topics to write about.
Writer’s block, no way, at least not in the usual way of things.
When I am given the job of writing something, I may get a block, but that’s more from my fear of not being able to do the job I was asked to do, not being good enough.
I’m thankful for a return to my writing group in 2018.
It was a difficult day/week/month, but those people are there for me.
I wrote about a young woman, musician, who was hearing the news that Kurt Cobain had died, and wondering how to navigate the perils of fame.
It is a question on my mind. The group listened to my clumsy story and seemed curious, as curious as I am about what I’ve been thinking since I heard Dolores O’Riordan was gone.
I did smile and even laugh, with my group of local writer friends. Worth it.
I’m thankful for a list of tough questions to answer, to better know myself.
I am a writer, but I have a lot to learn. Sometimes, it requires that I look deep into myself, to find the truth. Otherwise, my writing will not keep on the forward momentum I hope to have.
It’s hard work, difficult and painful and sensitive stuff, but I am determined to see things more clearly on the other side.
I’m thankful for a first successful meeting of
The Canadian Federation of the Blind,
Ontario, in 2018.
I’m thankful for a contract opportunity to write about something so important to me.
Braille is not a well understood thing, for many, even as technology takes on bigger parts of all our lives.
My early literacy is thanks to my parents and to the school I was in and braille is a large part of all that.
So, to share about the value of braille is so important to me. I just hope I can do it justice and give to it as much as it has given me.
I’m thankful Canada’s government didn’t shut down.
Disfunction at the highest level.
I know very little about trade agreements, but Canada is doing the work and staying involved with other countries, while moving away from what the US seems to be heading for.
They are being run by someone who only pitches America, America First, or whatever, all things made in America. Whatever, to bring more jobs. I guess that is left to themselves, in their own country. Isolation.
If his government can’t even work together, to stay open a year after his inauguration, how well will they do, on their own, if that is what they prefer?
I’m thankful I could be in on a meeting to discuss traveling out west, for a convention in British Columbia.
The Canadian Federation of the Blind have a convention, every May, where issues important to blind Canadians are discussed.
This year, Ontario is coming to western Canada and we are going to make our mark.
I was only in B.C. in the airport, changing flights to the Yukon. I intend to go back, to speak about the project to make audio description in movie theatres a common thing, and I will see the Pacific Ocean while I’m at it.
I’m thankful that the marching continued, one year later, with all the more reason to do so.
I wondered, did worry, that it was a one year hit action/movement and those who like to criticize would be able to point at the one time visual as a sign that making our voices heard isn’t needed or productive.
I did not see all the signs, but had a few read to me. Some smart sign writers in those marches.
This is a current US president thing, true, but it is bigger than that guy. It is a stand against what has been.
It leaves a bunch of us out, those who find marching in the streets difficult, but it is heartening to me anyway.
I want things to only get better, going forward, in the years to come. I have a vested interest in that, in compassion and in empathy, for not only one gender or class or whatever.
I understand the fatigue that can set in, but we all must keep doing something, however small. I am still working out what that something is for me.
I’m thankful for a chance to listen to a local orchestra, playing my kind of a symphony and to see a movie live, that I missed the first time around.
I saw Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, the film, on a big screen at a sport stadium.
Then, I saw the soundtrack being played by live orchestra. It was a strange experience of my senses.
I heard parts of the soundtrack, differently than I’d ever heard them, when blended into the background of the movie on DVD at home.
Int was strange, seeing with a crowd of other major Harry Potter fans, with all the cheers and the comments made by nearby fans.
The bells and the percussion section and the other main instruments that make up that famously known and heard Harry Potter musical sound.
I’m thankful for things that happen (or don’t happen) for a reason.
Maybe I don’t get what I want, in one moment, but that leads me to something else. Maybe I am getting what I can handle, what I need to teach me what I need to know.
I resisted the “door/window” line of optimism.
I am ending, this week, with another comforting song from The Cranberries, the Irish band that was and is no more.
My brother generously added it to his playlist on the radio show he hosts, every Friday morning, on a college radio station in London, Ontario.