“We should continue all the time to look out for those who have less, to stand for those who can’t, to reach out across differences, to use our land intelligently, to open our borders and welcome those who seek harbour, and never, ever cease to be curious, ask questions and to explore and search.”
—Julie Payette, Canada’s 29th Governor-General
I may try to keep this short and sweet again, with all the nonsense and horrors happening lately. Sometimes, when I am feeling tense I write a lot and sometimes I don’t. This week, I don’t.
Tom Petty’s song is about perseverance. He says it all already. I am determined to be thankful, but I’d rather let Petty and Payette say what I am thinking. They do it so well.
I am feeling the weight of the world, but I won’t give in to that feeling for long. Promise.
I am thankful the heat wave from last week finally broke and fall has taken its place.
Today is back up a bit, but tolerable. I am loving the fresher air I’ve been smelling, even if I was already complaining about being cold.
Yeah, I know I know, but that’s just how it goes. I am still grateful my favourite season has arrived.
I am thankful for a good idea for something special.
I am bad at birthday gifts and things most of the time. I owe my cousin for the idea for something meaningful for my mom’s upcoming 60th.
More to come on this next week.
I am thankful for my new darker hair colour.
Also, pic coming next week.
I am thankful for one opportunity that leads to the next and the next and so on.
This is true with my writing and in every area of life really.
It’s what makes life exciting and such an adventure, that you never really know what could be coming, on the horizon.
I am thankful I got through writing the rough draft.
I really really stressed myself out for this piece. I worried I’d taken on something I wasn’t actually ready for and I began to panic that I couldn’t do it.
I even started to think that the writing was the hardest part, but I don’t honestly think that:
This is
the hardest part.
I did it and now I wait to hear from those who will edit it. I can relax, for the moment, but this is the kind of challenge I know will make me stronger, and hopefully, a better writer.
I’m thankful Canada has a new Governor General.
“Reconciliation must succeed,” Julie Payette says as new Governor-General
She speaks six languages, plays the piano, and has been to space.
She is the kind of intelligent and capable person we need and I am grateful to live in Canada and to learn about her and have her as a voice for the country.
I am thankful nobody was killed thanks to a madman who attempted a terrorist attack, it is believed, out west in Edmonton, Alberta.
http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/edmonton/terrorism-charges-edmonton-attacks-1.4316450
He has been arrested and has been charged. There are no official terrorism charges at this time, so I don’t really know. If he was trying to terrorize people with his car and with a knife, it worked, but not for long.
I do hope Edmonton, Alberta, and Canada won’t let this guy win and won’t turn on each other. We remain much stronger if we fight that human instinct and choose the human instinct to come together.
I am thankful guns aren’t everywhere here.
I won’t share a link just now, though I am sure it isn’t hard to know what story I was thinking of here, because I have seen enough of those already.
Oh, wait…I found one. Take a look.
Again, I am glad to live here and only want the best for my US friends and the country that we share our border with.
I am thankful for desolate places.
The second instalment of the BBC’s Planet Earth series is out on Netflix.
With all the chaos we humans create, it is nice to hear about and imagine such places, out there somewhere, still untouched.
I hope this continues, somehow.
I’m thankful for a song introduction.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jweT1wzqYGU
Free fall. Speaking of falling…free falling.
RIP Tom
“And for a long time yet, led by some wondrous power, I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.”
—Nicolai Gogol, “Dead Souls” (1842)
Her Headache 