“”They tried to bury us. They did not know we were seeds.”
Spring is close now, an additional hour of light.
The flowers are appearing. Growth is possible.
For an excellent spotlight interview on the American program 60 Minutes with Prime Minister Justin Trudeau.
Not sure how many people saw it, but I was watching, and I was proud and thankful to have him speaking for my country.
He spoke about being born into a politically royal family, his feelings on boxing and how it’s all about risking being knocked down but then getting right back up again, and he was asked what Canadians would like from our neighbours, what we’d like the US to know.
Oh boy! This was the interviewer’s attempt to start something and some Americans were very definitely offended and showed it on Twitter.
But I thought it was funny when an image on screen of Justin’s Father, with his supposed wife and mother to his children, actually turned out to be a shot of Pierre on a date with Kim Cattrall. Thought Americans at least were familiar with “Sex and the City”.
For the ability to be there when my sister needed me.
I want to be available to watch my nephew when she is at work, whenever possible. He’s learning, growing, changing so fast.
The other day, when she walked out the door, he stood there and clung to me for what felt like ages and ages. It was as if, without words, he was reassuring himself it would be okay…that his mother was gone but that he still had me. I never wanted that moment to end and wished it could have gone on longer than it did.
For snow drops.
There are flowers all over the place, starting to spring up.
Then, the other day my mother (lover of all growing things) placed a small flower, on its stem, in my palm. It felt droopy, and I was then informed it was called a “snowdrop”:
I personally would have named it a snow-flop, but I liked the name and the transitional image of winter evolving into spring again.
I was trying to cut back a little on blogging during the week,
but I felt I had to write on March 8th, to say my piece, my peaceful piece.
Speaking of recognizing female voices…
For the discovery of a new song and artist.
She came on the local college radio station and I immediately liked the song, its signature Electropop sound.
I looked into her further later and discovered I knew one of her songs already, but I found a new favourite.
Halsey is another young and emerging artist, like Lorde for example, but she has a definite Ellie sound to her.
I am happy to have found another like Ellie Goulding, but a change from Goulding too because sometimes certain memories that go along with a specific singer or voice can still hold painful recollections. I’ve found a new voice to focus on for a while, even though I will always love Ellie in a way nobody else can top.
I love standing in them. I love being surrounded by my favourite things, books, but I can only be in them for a short time before the fact that I am unable to simply reach out, grab a book, and start to read will wash over me and I will realize my limitations. It is at this point that I am thankful and grateful, but I must flee because the urge to burst into tears becomes a difficult one to hold back.
For World Kidney Day
Exactly twenty years ago was when I was first diagnosed with kidney failure. It was March, 1996, and finally my family doc sent me to a paediatric specialist, who immediately confirmed what my blood tests already showed. I was very sick and needed dialysis within a few months.
That was a scary time and, even all these years later, I will never forget what it felt like to be so ill.
For the option of doing dialysis to treat end-stage renal failure, like the kind I was in twenty years ago.
I am lucky to have a kidney from my father, for nineteen years now, and I was lucky, at that time, that there was such thing as dialysis as a treatment for kidney failure. Other organ failure did not and does not have just such a stabilizing treatment option, which is no cure, but is better than nothing, better than the alternative. I am lucky to be here.
For a successful visit in Washington, D.C. between the first families of the US and Canada.
The two men (Justin Trudeau and Barack Obama) they are a lot alike, see the world similarly.
No matter what else is going on with the US and their elections for a new president for November, now, in Washington, I liked to see peace, lighthearted humour, and harmonious relations between our two countries.
Trudeau might just be starting his time in office, while Obama and his rational good sense is on the way out, but I just liked the week that was. It made a nice “bookend” to the interview that started my week off right.
Finally, for the fact that I seem to be able to escape many people’s issue with losing that hour last night.
I had a nasty headache, sure, but I really don’t think I can blame that on Daylight Savings.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night from the pain, but I usually don’t detect a problem in my sleep pattern.
I am choosing to give this whole Daylight Saving thing the benefit of the doubt because I get headaches all the time, and I have a feeling I can place the blame squarely on something else entirely.
As I finished off my weekend and welcomed the lost hour and its additional light to come, my head began to pound. This song and all the signs of spring promise better days ahead.
In this song Halsey speaks of “diving in deep” and the song ends off with her, or it sounds like she is under water, scuba diving. It’s awesome!