“(UN IDPD) serves as an important reminder that globally there are over a billion people with a disability. This year’s theme, “Transformation towards sustainable and resilient society for all” is especially relevant to our accessibility efforts…”
I know when and how to celebrate and I am learning when to stand up and speak up for the important things – overall, a thankful post brimming with gratitude really.
Photo caption: sisters watching the decorating of their father’s 62nd birthday cake. Talking/smiling. Happy Birthday Dad! XO
I am thankful for this artistic girl.
Making works of art out of the task of cupcake decoration.
Making something, all her own, and loving it.
I am thankful for this sly guy.
He likes to hide, but there’s a mischievous spirit just under the surface, behind the hands that sometimes cover his face when he’s playing shy to the camera.
I am thankful for such a smart and curious almost ten-month-old sweetheart.
Photo caption: Cousin hugs.
Her big cousin Soph adores her. It’s sweet to see them interact.
Mya is so interested in everything now. She is so close to walking, as she sees the rest of us doing it and wonders why she hasn’t managed it yet.
She is the happiest baby I’ve seen really. She likes to cuddle, but I can barely keep up with her when she’s on the move, and she’s not even a year old yet. Her mother and I are in no real hurry though.
I am thankful for the missing and missed one at last weekend’s gathering and the kind soul he is.
Old soul is my man Maxwell.
I am thankful he could enjoy his new friend’s birthday party. He got so excited. He was counting down the hours to his first party invitation since starting junior kindergarten in September.
I am thankful for a name given, from a friend, that suited my current state rather perfectly.
**Given what you’ve shared recently, I’d say the cauldron’s selection is a potent one for you. Your Embrace the Darkness name is “Good Night’s Sleep.”**
I had mentioned my sleep/dream issues lately and she generously handed this one to me, gifted me with it as a way to accept and deal.
I am thankful for a visit with one of the few people in my life who understand about living with chronic pain.
She brought me a coffee, doughnut, and a sympathetic ear.
She lives with pain and manages to hold onto her most original sense of humour and I take lessons from her on that front – where I find strength through some good sarcasm now and again, I see she does too.
I am thankful my friend arrives home from Ireland next week for the holidays.
I see her and her daughter just once a year, at this time, and it’s a fascinating way to observe the growing up of any child. They are quite the pair.
A little Christmas shopping with them maybe? I want to get her something memorable, as I only get to see her once a year and it takes her a little time, each time, to warm up to me again. A toy may help, but it can’t be anything too big because it must get back to Ireland.
Lots for them to cram into only a few weeks here back in Canada, with family and friends, but it’s always fun.
I am thankful for such kind and generous parents.
They bring me medication when I go away and forget it at home. They go that extra mile, in so many ways, and are flexible in so many ways too.
They are both unflinchingly generous people.
I am thankful for another job completed and well done, hopefully.
I wrote a memoir piece about our family, from the past, and the early December trips to a giant toy store we’d make as a family.
I turned it into a bit of a back-and-forth with me and Brian. We recorded it and added sounds and a bit of music to the piece.
We are submitting it for consideration on my brother’s favourite holiday Christmas marathon radio show he has listened to for the last three years.
Even the year of his horrible fall, when he was slowly recovering with a brain injury, he listened. The jingle bells accompany the radio guy and he plays some of the most obscure music for the season, to be heard on a New Jersey college station.
In the midst of all the musical pieces, he plays short holiday themed stories, recorded by friends and fans. This year we wanted to be included in that.
We shall see what he thinks when we send it to him.
I am thankful for fresh edits to a piece and that time away so I can come back at it with fresh eyes.
I wrote about the road I took through my Yukon visit and the road I’m traveling down in my life.
I worked on it with one editor and took a few weeks away from it. Coming back now, with fresh eyes, I can consider other editing suggestions and work to make it the best piece it can possibly be.
I just saw a Yukon documentary, playing in theatres for a limited time, and this virtual return to the north of Canada has given me new life to put into the writing.
I appreciate all I learn and how I can improve and grow as a writer, with the guidance of talented people I am lucky enough to get to work for/with.
I am thankful for a movie about the Yukon in my heart since I visited there, even without the DVS working.
It’s funny to have the story, on the International Day of Persons with Disabilities, but again we ran into issues with the audio description service at the theatre.
I was pleasantly surprised to discover they said they had it. A worker disappeared somewhere and came back with two headsets and wireless boxes.
Once inside the we turned them on. One worked and the other did not. The first worked, but it was describing a story that certainly wasn’t that of the Yukon.
We were offered their apologies and two free movie passes, but that won’t address this issue.
I did enjoy the film, despite all that, but a documentary, at least, has steady narration.
I don’t even think about going to an action movie or one with a lot of adventure, not without the proper assistance from a helpful person sitting next to me.
This is no answer. Perhaps not that many blind people go to movies, anymore or ever, but this must be improved upon.
As for the movie, I nearly came to tears more than once, as it brought back sense memory of my days there and my deep feelings about so much of that wild beautiful part of North America.
I am thankful for the day, December 3rd, to highlight disability, not just in North America, but around the world.
Every day is a day to talk about it, without becoming preachy. I feel this is something I have been called on to do, but it is a rather tricky balancing act.
I watched a Canadian national news broadcast and no mention at all was made nor any story aiming to shed light on some aspect of disability and what IDPD means to so many. I know an hour long news program can’t get to everything, but I think this should have been covered in some way.
I plan to do a lot more of this activism stuff in 2018 and beyond.
I am thankful for the final super moon of 2017 and the fact that, in spite of my worsening eyesight, I could still make it out on the horizon as we drove home.
I am all about horizons these days. Onward and upward, all while still making the effort to enjoy the final weeks of 2017 in the meantime.