Saturday, September 06, 2008

The Global Village and Gustav ...

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Last night I got an email from a dear friend who lives Jamaica who attached pictures from there of Hurricane Gustav's effects on the country side ... there were no captions with the pictures, and they really need none ...

As the media begins to focus on the effects of Hanna on North America, the legacy of Gustav has been left behind ... for the people who's houses and livelihoods are lying in ruin across the Caribbean from Gustav, I doubt they're worried too much about heavy rain in the north ...

The internet is an astounding place ... it makes our globe a village ... and reminds us that what affects one directly, affects all of us indirectly ...

Thoughts and prayers for the people of Jamaica and all across the Caribbean who are living through Hurricanes and Tropical Storms that are worsened by the careless environmental abuse of our affluent society:
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Friday, September 05, 2008

Thanks to an Anonymous Reader ...

Over the last few days I think I've come to understand why I am no longer welcome to preach or be in active ministry in the United Church of Canada ... my faith is not a faith of FEAR and INTOLERANCE and harsh JUDGEMENT.

My faith is about taking the Gospel seriously and living AND proclaiming the transformative truths that are contained within it.

My faith is about holding up a standard to people within the Congregations and asking the simple question - CAN YOU DO BETTER in your faith walk?

The role of a prophetic voice in a Church is not to be liked, but to ask the questions no one wants to acknowledge much less ask or live. So the reception of a prophet is never warm and friendly. Look back on the Biblical examples, and the life of Jesus himself.

Now lest anyone jump on me and say - "he thinks he Jesus," let me say - QUITE the contrary. I merely take the example Jesus offers and try to apply it to my EVERYDAY life. I chose consciously not to live it for an hour on Sunday and forget about it the rest of the week like too many who people the Board tables and congregations of the United Churches I've experienced.

To me faith is to be lived in every moment. It doesn't mean we won't and don't make mistakes, it means we're trying the best we can to be consistent and faithful ... and when we do make mistakes we let our conscience and our heart guide us to say the simple words - "I'm sorry" and to make amends.

But this morning, I found the following comment in my dashboard here and realized as I read it that I simply don't fit in the United Church of Canada. Because the United Church is a place of judgement, fear and anger ... the changes they are facing have taken them to a place of bitterness where the welcome mat is not only rolled up, it's being swung at anyone who dares to disturb the comfortable vision of what has BEEN by suggesting there is a better and more faithful way of living one's life ... the simple harsh reality is - a faithful Church has no room for judgement, anger or bitterness and today's United Churches are brimming with ALL of those things, and most distressing of all, too many Churches are, and they simply won't open their eyes and hearts to see that reality ...

Maybe one day ...

For now, my thanks to the anonymous reader who offered me the following words:

My dear brother in christ you don't know how happy... My dear brother in christ you don't know how happy I am to know of someone, that doesn't preach hatred about goths. on behalf of the gothic orthadox church of christ, thank you.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Just days from coming home ... 94 ... 95 ... 96 ...

With literally days before their tour ends and the soldiers
of 2nd Battalion of the Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry
begin to make their way home to CFB Shilo,
three young men (the oldest was 23) paid the ultimate price.
(l to r) Pte. Chadwick James Horn, Cpl. Michael James Alexander Seggie
and Cpl. Andrew Paul Grenon
Died today in Afghanistan
in a fire fight with the Taliban.
Thoughts and prayers for their comrades,
thoughts and prayers for their families and friends,
and
thoughts and prayers for ALL our soldiers
both at home and abroad.
And thoughts and prayers for the five men wounded
alongside these young men.
Lest we forget

First Day of School ...

Laden with arms full and backpacks bulging with assorted school supplies Noahkila, Ms H and no longer so wee Beetle headed out the door this morning for thier first day of school ...

Three kids in three different school ... today is a day of new beginnings and fresh starts for them ...

For the first time Noahkila is looking forward to school - meeting new people, forming new friends, and being accepted for the wonderful young man he truly is, rather than being pegged as "the minister's kid" and being rejected by the brutish behaviour of young people who have regretably learned well from their elders ...

The gregarious and outgoing Ms H walked quietly into school, knowing the burden of being "the new kid" ... yet looking back, I remember the "new kids" that arrived in my grade school ... they were a breath of fresh air in an otherwise stifling place ... they represented change and opportunity and they were seldom "the new kid" for long ... and knowing the way Ms H. moves through the world she will soon form a circle of friends to complement her long standing circle of friends she still connects with ...

And wee Beetle ... she quietly tip toed her way into her class room, reclaiming the desk she chose yesterday during the open house ... "Okay, you can go now ..." was whispered quietly as I placed he bulging bag of school supplies in her chair, "I'm okay." My last glimpse of her going out the door was a broadly smiling little girl. Her teacher had asked the other two girls in the class to "show "Beetle" - with TWO E's - the playground because she's just moved from Minnedosa ..." "MINNEDOSA !!!" exclaimed one of the girls excitedly, "I've gone swimming at the beach there ..." The smile on Beetle's face told me she would be fine ...

Oh, and the new shoes ... they are Beetle's hand made creation ... plain white shoes just don't cut it in Grade Four ... plain white shoes are Granny shoes ... so with a little time, paint and creativity, a one of a kind of pair of runners resulted ...

So today as my children embark on a fresh new voyage ... a journey of discovery and challenges ... I can as a proud father only wish them well, and stand in awe of what fabulous young people they have become and continue to be ...

I may not say it enough outloud, but I think it ALL the time: "I'm proud to be their Dad!!"

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Love this song ...

It's silly ... but it makes you want to move ... and today I listened to it while zipping around Brandon on a variety of errands ... helped make a grey dreary day a little bit better ... enjoy:


A gift for today ...

My co-worker brought this in this morning with the words - "this sounds A LOT like our office ..." she smiled and said - "draw your own conclusions who 'Wally' is ..."

Our other co-workers ALL laughed and agreed with her that is DOES sound like our office ...

No word on who Wally is ... I'll leave it to you to draw your own conclusions ...


Dilbert.com

Monday, September 01, 2008

Yummy !!!


Today for the first time in WEEKS and WEEKS and WEEKS ... I've been able to enjoy a mug of Level Ground's Cafe Awasa (Their Ethiopian Coffee). Like so many other things, you don't realize how much you miss it until you have it again for the first time ...

While I've enjoyed Kicking Horse Coffee's Kick Ass blend, my favourite still remains Level Ground's Cafe Awasa ... either way though - Fair Trade and Organic AND Canadian - you can't go wrong ... Just need to keep getting the word out there !!!

I'll keep doing my part to change the world - one wonderful cup of coffee at a time !!!

A "Coincidence" ...

This weekend a friend invited me over to watch a "Boys" film filled with gratitous violence, shooting and general mayhem ... both of our lives have been in flux and transition lately with job changes, relocation and other assorted things that seem to happen ... So, I happily accepted and headed off on Saturday night to have a couple of beer, some pizza and just crash out and enjoy a movie ...

Along the way he showed me the renos he's been doing and undertaking in the new house he and his family bought ... in the living room I noticed a pile of books on the piano ... as a bibliophile I NOTICE books ... at the bottom of one of the stacks was the book "The Social Passion: Religion and Social Reform in Canada: 1914-1928.

I was awe-struck. That book had popped up on my list of "need to read" items as I've begun reading and researching my LONG, LONG, LONG, LONG awaited thesis for Rural Development.

"May I borrow that?" I asked pointing at the book.

"No," came the reply.

"NO?" I said somewhat stunned, I have borrowed books from him in the past and have ALWAYS returned them, perhaps not in the most timely of fashions, but they they have been returned eventually, "What do you mean 'no'? You seriously are not going to let me borrow the book ?"

"No, you can't borrow the book," he said smiling slightly, "you can take the damned thing, that's my discard pile of books I'm getting rid of ..."

He then pulled it out of the pile and handed it to me with the invitation to take any others in the stack that might interest me. I thanked him and said that Allen's book would suffice, and explained it was on my "to read" list for my thesis ...

Clearly, the call to come over for pizza and a movie was no coincidence ... the Cosmos (God) was at work on many levels ... and one of them was resourcing my thesis ...

... hmmm, come to think of it, I may spend some time this morning reading.

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Open my eyes that I may see ...

The old hymn reminds us: "open my eyes that I may see, glimpses of truth thou has for me"

This week I've had my eyes opened again and again and again to the glimpses of truth that have been before me ... it has been a remarkable time ...

It begins with a realization and an acceptance that there are no coincidences in the world when on is awakened and aware of life's purpose (a reference to Tolle) ... instead things happen because things happen, and this past couple of weeks have been a series of what others might call "coincidences" but what I would call gifts ...

The awareness of these gifts started back on the trip home from BC with the kids when as we walked to the Aquarium in Vancouver's Stanley Park Noahkila asked if we would have time to connect with his buddy E who used to live next door to us in Langley. I answered "We'll have to see ..."

Moments later in the Amazonian Rain Forest display Noahkila bumped into E and his family who "happened" to be at the Aquarium that day ... we arranged to meet the next day so the boys could get caught up on life, the universe and everything ... a coincidence?? Perhaps - but I would like to believe these things happen at the right time for the right reasons ...

Last week the wave of "coincidences" continued with the gifting of the book "Bent Hope" by Tim Huff ... I'm still struggling with the impact this book has had on my understanding of the world and the message it offers. Huff speaks with a soft and firm voice from the perspective not of an accomplished and touted celebrity, but rather one who knows the importance of simply being present to the marginalized and the outcasts amongst us - the very people we can walk by and step over without giving so much as a second thought as we rush through our day ... Tim is not SPECIAL nor unique, but the words he has eloquently put to paper are a much needed sign post in a society that would otherwise see streetpeople as a "problem" rather than as people at all.

The book lead me and guided me in a conversation with one of those who works at street level with troubled teens in the Brandon area ... our conversation left me inspired and heart-broken simultaneously as over and over he said - "we need to show people that it CAN and it DOES happen here". His stories of beautiful young women being coerced into depraved sexual abuse and dehumanizing prostitution right in the Wheat City, while not surprising was disturbing ... his examples of young people using drugs and alcohol to deaden the pain of being rejected, abused, ignored and dehumanized by EVERYONE around them, came as a surprise only in so far as too many residents and citizens of Brandon see such "problems" as a Big City thing that can't possibly happen here ...

Over and over he said - "it can and it DOES happen here ..." and he thankfully is one of the people standing in the gutter helping to reclaim the shattered lives that are carried by in the much and filth ... and THANK GOD FOR FOLKS LIKE HIM !!!

Huff's message, one echoed by my conversation is one of HOPE ... hope that is borne in the simple gesture of saying "Hi, how are you ?" to the street youth you meet walking through down town or out in the mall ... the simple gesture of making eye contact with another human being and offering a smile, is something that some of these kids long for and have been denied to TOO LONG. Seeing a person through the anger, the alienation, and most of all the PAIN is what is needed ... but too often we commodify the street people and see them as a concept rather than a fragile human being who needs and who deserves to be loved.

If nothing else Huff's book has reminded me of the importance of seeing PEOPLE in those moments when I encounter the "street people" around me ... and empowering them to make their own decisions - both good and bad - and supporting them as people as they face the outcome and impact of those decisions ...

The world is not an easy place, and there are no quick fixes nor any easy answers and there will always be some people who fall through the cracks, or who chose to live in places where the darkness of the cracks continue to victimize them ... the challenge is to hear voices like Huff's and others who have glimpsed the promise of God that is extended to ALL people, and heed their challenge to do more than shake our heads and write a cheque ...

We are called to action ... and as Huff and others who work on the street remind us - even the smallest gesture - saying "hello"to a stranger is a good place to start ...

There are no coincidences in life ... just steps on the journey of awakening ... and this week the gift of a book and a conversation along the way helped to remind me of that ... may we ALL have the courage and the faith to live life with open eyes ...

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Addiction or lack of awakening ??

Between the "reality" programmes that crowd the tv dail, and the steady diet of what amounts to tripe (in it's fullest sense) I've long ago given up on much of the American entertainment industry as the shallowest of wading pools, that is increasingly contemptable ... it is not so much a case of "Who cares?" about the lives of folks like Paris, Hilary, Brittany, Lindsay and their ilk ... it's more a case of WHY WOULD YOU CARE????

I have no doubt that they are nice enough people and are some of them are talented in their own rights, but I doubt they are really worthy or deserving of the freakish adulation that is extended to them by the modern entertainment juggernaut.

The latest headline that caught my eye was at CBC.CA and read simply: "Duchovny enters rehab for sex addiction." The story is sparse in details but rich in titillating and suggestive comments about what is ailing Mr Duchovny ... without revisiting the story nor adding to the rabble, I wonder if Mr Duchovny's problem isn't so much an addiction, but rather an inability to deal with reality after living in the hot house that is the celebrity world ...

Let me explain ... on CTV.CA they had the follow up story: " Sexual Addiction Label is Controvertial" which discusses the debate in academic circles about whether sex addicition is an addiction at all ... the bottom line seems to be the dehumanizing and commodification of sex in our modern society ... Perhaps folks like Mr Duchovny, who has been married to one of the "beautiful" fantasy woman that many other men lust after discovered that she was human like everyone else ... she wakes up with morning breath ... she has to trim her toenails ... she has to engage in the ordinary mundne, very un-sexy human behaviour that is involved in life, and as a result the FANTASY that is carefully created in the media withers and dies ... and having been fed a steady diet of a world view that has been entirely fantasy fueled - there is simply and sadly an inability to cope ...

And so he turns to porn and other measures to meet the empty ache that results from the death of the fantasy ... a new fantasy needs to be created - a new dream chased because the reality of having the "Hot Girl" isn't as good as the fantasy ... I wonder if that is part of the reason many celebrity marriages fail? They partners begin to believe the fantasies about each other or worse about themselves and the rocks of reality they WILL strike are simply too much to deal with ...

I would suggest that the problem is not with Mr Duchovny nor with his "addiction" (whether it is an addicition at all not with standing) - the problem is with a society that has commodified EVERYTHING and in the process has sacrificed its own soul ... the allure of the fantasy and the escapism it has offers has taken precedence over the rewards of reality and the beauty that it represents ... what is seemingly needed is a societal wide grounding in the NOW ... facing the present moment and living fully within it as Tolle would say ... not chasing after the fantastic rainbows that our dreams may offer, but rather standing in the rainy grey moments of now and finding pleasure, fulfillment and JOY in the moment ...

I don't doubt that Mr Duchovny has a problem, I just doubt it is an addicition per se ... I would humbly suggest that it is simply an emptiness created by a substanceless industry that is about distracting us from reality ... and that is perhaps the saddest truth in ALL OF THIS ...

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Sunday, August 31, 2008

Some random thoughts that came to me today ...

This morning I decided that I wanted to attend a worship service ... Not feeling particularly welcomed in ANY United Church around me, I drove to the Congregation where I was welcomed in with open arms during Holy Week this past year, and where I have been made to feel part, not only of the congregation but of the family ... even though it requires a commitment of time, fuel and a bit of a drive, I decided they were worth it ...

I wasn't disappointed ...

As I sat in the pew person after person came and said - "Good to see you back ..." and spoke warm words of welcome ... they were more hugs and handshakes amongst the small cluster of people that I can EVER remember experiencing outside of M's family Church in BC ...

The service itself left me with much to think about ...

The Epistle reading was from Romans:

Let love be sincere; hate what is evil, hold on to what is good; love one another with mutual affection; anticipate one another in showing honour.

Do not grow slack in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord.
Rejoice in hope, endure in affliction, persevere in prayer.
Contribute to the needs of the holy ones, exercise hospitality.
Bless those who persecute (you), bless and do not curse them.
Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.
Have the same regard for one another; do not be haughty but associate with the lowly; do not be wise in your own estimation.
Do not repay anyone evil for evil; be concerned for what is noble in the sight of all.
If possible, on your part, live at peace with all.
Beloved, do not look for revenge but leave room for the wrath; for it is written, "Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord."
Rather, "if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals upon his head."
Do not be conquered by evil but conquer evil with good.

The first thought I had came fromt he passage about not looking for revenge ... "huh ..." I thought, "guess I need to just let God deal with the nasty brutish people who have tried to distrupt and destroy my life ..."

Then I thought about the command to bless those who would curse me and entrust them into God's keeping ... as hard as it is ... I'll try ... knowing that God will reward behaviour according to his scale of justice and the ability of folks to own thier baggage ...

During the service the Preacher asked if this congregation was welcoming enough, and if it was a place of love and acceptance, particularly of the stranger who arrives on their doorstep unannounced ... I smiled and realized the answer from my experience of them was a resounding - "ABSOLUTELY !!!" They LIVE thier faith - they don't just haul it out for appearances once a week like their United Church cousins up the road ... This group welcome in ALL who come, and make them feel like they belong ... they're not perfect, but they're trying ...

Then the challenge to say the words - "Hi," as we live out our welcome reminded me that the message fromTim Huff's book Bent Hope, that has really stuck with me was the one about SEEING the street people as PEOPLE first and foremost ... The preacher today said the simple words - "Hi, how are you ?" can have a HUGE difference in people's lives ... I heard the exact same sentiment two days ago when I was speaking with a youth worker who deals with kids who would otherwise be on the street ... the act of saying "Hi, how are you ?" to a complete strangeron the street may have the effect of making that kid feel like a human being because someone took 3 seconds to make eye contact, offer a smile and speak four simple words ... Could it be THAT simple ?? Having heard it now three times in a week - I dare to say - IT not only CAN be that simple - IT IS THAT SIMPLE !!!

And finally as I began my drive home I thought about one of the images offered by the preacher this morning ... she said our faith is a three sided triangle of God, Others, and our selves ... we regard each equally, but in faith God comes first, then service to others, and finally (though NOT least of all) our care of self ... as I about the preacher's call to live the Gospel by serving God, Others and our Selves and wondered if it is a coincidence that Gospel's first three letters are G ... O ... and S ... God, Others Self ...

Given that I refuse to believe in coincidences any more ... I decided the spelling of Gospel is simply a reminder of our call to LIVE OUR faith ... and I continued on with the thought - "MAY IT BE SO LORD, MAY IT BE SO !!!!"

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Dust Bunnies and Laptops DON'T mix ...

Over the last couple of weeks I've been having my laptop suddenly shut down for no apparent reason ... I've ran every scan imaginable and checked for viruses, spy ware and ad-ware ... and still it continued to just shut down without warning ...

Last night as I was lying in bed sweltering in the un-godly humidity that came AFTER a thunderstorm, the thought occurred to me ... "I wonder if it is overheating ..."

So this morning fueled by a cup of Fair Trade Coffee (Level Ground's Awasa), I took a set of tiny screw drivers and opened the access port for the cooling fan ... As I pulled the plastic free and revealed the fan the only words to escape my lips were - "OH MY GOD !!!!"

There were dust bunnies snuggled in against the blades of the fan, around the exhaust opening and most ominiously - there was a thick layer of dust (a bunny on steroids) covering the fins for cooling the hard drive ...

Taking the can of aerosol duster, I rousted the bunnies from their warm hide-aways ... then I removed the cover on the fan itself and extracted more dust than I want to think about ...

Now several hours later, I have been using my computer and have experienced exactly ZERO mysterious shut downs ... obviously the rendering the dust bunnies homeless has been a good thing for my lap top ... AND my patience !!
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Friday, August 29, 2008

It AIN'T Great Cinema ...

... but for hanging out on a Friday night with nothing better to do - you really can't beat back to back Japanese Godzilla films !!

Noahkila and I are watching a Godzilla double bill dvd that I picked up months and months ago in a clearance bin for the whooping sticker price of $2.99, and tonight we're enjoying both features ... it isn't great cinema, but it's just plain fun.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

WHY ????

Today on cbc.ca there was a story about police nabbing a suspect in the theft of 65 newspaper boxes in and around Winnipeg ... The original story about the theft ran in April (Click here to read it) and today's is about the Police finally catching two suspects and arresting them (Click HERE for that story).

All of which simply begs the question - WHY ???

Why would you steal 65 newspaper boxes in the first place?? BUT THEN, after stealing THAT many whyc would keep them ALL in one place?? AND why would you leave the papers in some of them???

Usually you want to hide your tracks and the evidence ... to provide the police with more than just circumstantial evidence for the investigation borders on the ludicrious ... The police (thought they may appreciate it) really shouldn't be aided by the suspect themselves ...

This one really does need to make a "Dumb Criminal" category somewhere ...

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

A Taste of Heaven in a Cup ...

This afternoon Ms H. and Beetle showed up at my office and we went out for a mid-afternoon Tea Break along with my co-worker. After running a couple of errands for work, we went to a new dessert coffee shop in the down town mall ... the girls ordered decadent chocolate desserts while I ordered a peach-ginger strudel along with a LARGE cup of black coffee from Green Bean Coffee Importers located just north of Winnipeg ...

I've mused about Derryl and his start up company back in February before I became a person non-grata at a coffee shop I once frequented ... his coffee was very good, and roasted in small batches, and was and IS simply delicious ... but over the last six months I've had to resort to a variety of other Fair Trade and premium coffees from other sources ... but today it was like coming home ...

I savoured the coffee from the first sip to the last drop ... it was a delight ... and it was like having a taste of heaven in a cup ... I'll definitely be back ...

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Um ...

I had the following comment left on the blog today under the posting about listening to the crickets ...

Man you know how to hold a grudge against an entire town. Not everyone in Minnedosa wanted you to leave. Don't put Minnedosa over as a hell-hole because some of the people that live there screwed you over.

I have to confess, I'm not sure how or where the author of the comment drew the conclusion from THAT particular posting that I bear a grudge against an entire town ... listening to the crickets that night and musing on them had NOTHING to do with Minnedosa, except that I simply don't remember hearing them when I lived there ... and it was a sound that I hadn't missed until I heard it AGAIN ...

But having said THAT ... I still weep and grieve over what Minnedosa is and has done to me ... I LOVED that town ... from the first time I saw it back in the fall of 1994 when M, a very young Noahkila and I were driving east down the Yellowhead and looked up the valley from the highway out by the Grain elevator and we BOTH said - "wow, that town looks pretty, we'll have to come back to visit some time ..." all the way through to the first day I was toured around the town by one of the members of the search committee ... I fell in love with Minnedosa ...

I've wanted to be part of improving and making that town more than it is, and what it COULD be ... I tried in spite of EVERYTHING to share my enthusiasm for the community that it is and that it could be ... BUT ...

Those who didn't want me to leave were overwhelmed by those who did ... and I do NOT believe that the numerical power and strength was on the side of those who wanted to see the back side of me ... I think fear and complacency set in, and too many good people chose to do NOTHING for fear of offending their neighbours ... and so I became the sacrificial lamb ... or the scape goat ... or whatever term you chose to use ...

Do I bear a grudge ?? ... yeah, I guess I do ... but after death threats, the abandonment of people I called friends, the slashing of my van tire, shots at my house AND my van, the savage brutality of anonymous calls to Childrens' Aid accusing me of BEATING my children, the destruction of my reputation, the accusations of a dozen or more outrageous and TOTALLY UN-TRUE rumours, and the inability and UNWILLINGNESS of ANYONE to take these things seriously and STAND UP WITH ME TO SAY - ENOUGH!!!!! ... I think I have reason to bear a grudge ...

Minnedosa stripped me of much ... and couldn't offer even the slightest "Thank You" for anything that I did that was positive ... the simple fact that following the fire of February 12th 2006, the Board of Minnedosa United Church fell all over itself to thank the people involved in ALL manner of help and assistance following the fire ... but at NO POINT was there a public "thanks" offered to me ... I heard it repeatedly from the Congregation members and from people in town who said it over and over - but I NEVER heard it, nor felt it offered officially by the Board or its members ... THEN when I called them on it, they said - "you're paid staff, we shouldn't have to thank you"

The funny thing is ... following a leave in the summer of 2006, I sat in the back of the Sanctuary on my first Sunday back and listened as the fill in (who was paid) was offered lavish thanks for "All that HE did for us over the summer." And at a concert in Minnedosa the Board Chair had previously thanked the Organist and the Secretary for "all they've done" ... and all the while, the two words I wish I could have heard remained absent ...

So do I hold a grudge ??? I guess I do ... and for good reason ...

There are many good people in Minnedosa, and many I miss dearly ... but unfortunately my memoreis and my experience of the community are shaped, not by them, but by the ones who were hypocritical, toxic, brutish, nasty and just plain savage ...

I wanted to be part of Minnedosa becoming a fabulous community ... and instead my family and I were rejected from the day we arrived ... the fact that Noahkila was in Brandon for exactly 3 hours before he was invited to his first Birthday party, after 8 years of kids gladly coming to his parties, but never reciprocating spoke volumes ... Minnedosa is NOT the Valley Paradise it thinks itself to be, and my conversations on Sunday with two other who have experienced its brutality, simply deepened my sadness that too many good people are letting the nasty people triumph ...

I'm sorry for my grudge ... and I'm sorry I feel the way I do ... but after 8 years of trying to give my best to Minnedosa, only to be rejected the way I was ... it will take time to heal ... There are many good people in Minnedosa, and that is perhaps the saddest part of this whole mess ... it could have been very different had the good people stood tall and strong and not ran away in fear ...

As a wise man said - "the only thing needed for the triumph of evil, is for people of good faith to do nothing ..." Today, looking back, Minnedosa is proof of that ... and that fact alone makes me weep ...

Stumbling over history ...

Today the Rotary club of which I am proudly a member held its meeting out in the Officers' Mess at CFB Shilo. Following the tour of the facilities utilized by the 1st Regiment Royal Canadian Horse Artillery, we were given a fine lunch in the Officers' Mess, where we encountered to astounding pieces of Canadian History (amongst MANY spread throughout CFB Shilo).

The first was the 300+ year old table that carried the body of General James Wolfe back to England following his death from wounds received on the Plains of Abraham in 1759.

Originally a table on a British Warship, it would be transferred to the Citadel in Quebec following the ship's return to North America in 1860, and the table would remain in the possession of the 1st Regiment Royal Canadian Horse Artillery since their formation in 1871.

The other piece of Canadiana was a copy of Lt. Colonel John McRae's somewhat well known poem - "In Flanders Fields" that was penned in battle in 1915, and published in Punch along with drawings by McRae's friend "Dinky" Morrison. The framed picture of the drawings and the poem hangs on the wall of the Officers' Mess just outside the room housing General Wolfe's table ...
Both serve as a reminder that our history as a people and a nation has never been far removed from the battles that have been fought and won by our troops. Troops who have, since the founding of Canada, come from small rural communities who sent their young men and women to serve, and many of them paid the ultimate sacrifice ...

Lest We Forget.

A reminder of battles half a world away ...

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As part of our day, the Rotarians were taken on a tour of
the facilities used by the 1st Regiment Royal Canadian Horse Artillery.
Their Commanding Officer,
who had just returned from Afghanistan a few days ago,
spoke proudly of his Regiment,
His Soldiers,
Their tradition,
and their service to Canadians and Afghanis.

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Each piece of equipment was a reminder

that half a world away,

our soldiers continue to fight ...


Along the way,

the pictures hung in a place of remembrance

honoured:

Sgt Nichola Goddard

who died in battle on May 16th 2006

and

Capt. Jefferson Francis

who died in Afghanistan on July 4th 2007

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The danger of being TOO literal in our reading of Scripture ...

I remember the day that a now departed family friend shared with me his favourite verse of the Bible ... with a sly grin he shared verse 15 of Psalm 104 that reads "And wine that maketh glad the heart of man" ... he cited it as proof that God was NOT against drinking, just drinking to excess ...

This revelation also stands as the first of many surprising scriptural references that helped to challenge my understanding of the Bible and what it actually says. It is too easy to say - "the Bible says ..." and latch on a few key verses that support our argument, rather than opening the pages of the Bible and reading it as the astounding, life altering document that it is ...

I do not approach the Bible as a document that can be read literally either. I take it very seriously, and spend much time in reflection and prayer when I read it, either for personal reasons, or for professional reasons. The very act of preaching for me is a privlege that I savour and enjoy and engage in very humbly. To stand before a group of people and share reflections and inspiration from the Holy Scriptures is a task one can not take lightly ...

Repeatedly along this journey, I have been surprised by passages of Scripture that say remarkable and surprising things ... This week I encountered just such a verse while reading Tim Huff's Bent Hope. In the book he cites a passage from Proverbs that could be used by folks like me to counter the contention by many that they will NOT give money to panhandlers because "they might use it to buy alcohol instead of food ..."

The passage in Proverbs reads simply and eloquently:

"Give strong drink to one who is perishing, and wine to those in bitter distress;
let them drink and forget their poverty, and remember their misery no more."

When I read this, I paused and thought - "Hmmm ..." then looked it up myself to find it's context and if it ACTUALLY said THAT.

It does say it. And the context is an oracle to a King telling him the rich and powerful to avoid strong drink lest they forget what has been decreed and pervert the rights of the afflicted ... it then counsels them to instead LET the poor and those in distress to partake of strong drink so they may forget for a moment ...

While, I'm not advocating we give panhandlers access to alcohol (there are TOO many problems associated with that), I do think Huff's contention that this verse advocates COMPASSION and CARING in regards to our attitudes and approach to the poor and afflicted is on the mark.

Too often we sit in our place of simple complacency and use tired old statements to justify our inaction, when what is needed is simple care undergirded by compassion ... to walk past a street person and to see them as an irritant or an obstruction in our way, or WORSE - to NOT see them at all, is NOT a faith response.

Today as I reflect on Huff's book (a process that will continue for quite some time ...), I can't help but think about the old Celtic Blessing - "may you see the face of Christ in the face of everyone you meet ..." Even walking the streets of a city like Brandon, you encounter people who cause you to pause and wonder - "could this be Him?" and if we take that reflection seriously, simply waling by is NOT an option ...

Taking our faith calling seriously demands action.

Taking our Scripture seriously demands action.

And taking our Scripture LITERALLY may rob us of the ability to even think - "they may use the money to buy booze", because the passage in Proverbs calls us to COMPASSION not judgement.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

On a drive with Ms H ...

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Just some pictures from a drive out into the country
that Ms H. and I took today ... the harvest is fast approaching,
a beautiful late summer afternoon,
my one wish:
that these pictures do justice to scenes we experienced !!
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A bug's life ...

Some bees working industriously
in a field of sunflowers ...
... I wonder if they were thinking:
"SO many flowers, SO little time!!"

There are no coincidences ...

Tolle says that when you are attune to your life purpose and you have begun to free yourself from the pain body and the ego it feeds, life begins to have NO COINCIDENCES, but rather things happen because they happen ...

Today I preached at a church and in the crowd was a pilgrim who has shared a similar journey to mine in the same place, just seperated by a few decades ... after the service we went out for lunch and I was given words of encouragement, and I was blessed by the wisdom of one who has stood in the place of nastiness and rejection that I once stood in ...

His presence at a service far from home the very day that I came to guest preach was no coincidence ... it was the cosmose preparing me to pass from one layer to another (as Deida has spoken of, and I have mused on previously) ... and today the sermon I delivered and the lunch I shared marked that transition ... these things happen because they are meant to happen ... and today I'm very very thankful.
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For the first time in 13 months ...

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For the first time since my suspension in July of 2007,
I was invited today to preach in a pulpit
within
a
UNITED CHURCH,
and
it
felt
wonderful.
(To read my sermon click here)

Friday, August 22, 2008

Some of my musings ...


Today I was cleaning off my desk and sorting through a variety of reports, books, articles and other assorted items that have been part of the white drift that ebbs and flows across my workspace ...
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As I sorted, pitched and recycled, I found the articles I've written for the local weekly paper in Brandon called "The Wheat City Journal" and thought - I should post some links to these on my blog ...
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So, with no further delay ... here they are in chronological order from when they began:
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Enjoy ... and let mw know what you think ...
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91, 92, & 93

Sgt. Shawn Allen Eade, Cpl. Dustin Roy Robert Joseph Wasden, Sapper Stephan John Stock
with the 12 Field Squadron, 1 Combat Engineer Regiment based in Edmonton,
the latest soliders to die in Afghanistan.
Lest We Forget.

Reflections on reading on a rainy morning ...

My day began in the quiet coolness of an early morning rain ... the sound of the falling droplets floated through my open window ... the breeze that followed, carrying the sound brought a coolness that has been absent for too many days ...

Rising I greeted the day with my feline boarders, stretched out on the linoleum floor of the hallway, no doubt enjoying the comfort that came with the break in the heat ...

Making coffee, then walking the dogs between showers in the pre-dawn darkness, the day began quietly, peacefully ...

Pouring my coffee and settling in on the kitchen chair with CBC playing in the background, the rest of the house slept in the twilight of a rainy summer morning ... my day began with coffee, quietness, reading, and time to just enjoy the start of a day that was not overwhelmed with a stifling heat ... enjoying my coffee (Fair Trade of course - 454 Blend from Kicking Horse)

I then started my day by reading a book I was given yesterday ... a book that has left me weeping, breathless and laughing ... a book that speaks of hope in the most unlikely of places ... its words roll through me ... the images are etched in my heart and soul ... and in time I shall share the power of this work ... but today, in the silence broken only by the soft snoring of my feline friends I am letting the words settle in to my thinking as they will help to guide my life professionally and personally ...

I can't think of a better way of to start the day ...
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Don't Mess with Librarians ...


(This one is for Linda and Lisa - two of my favourite librarians ... and friends I missed dearly!)

Tonight checking the news sites, I found a story about what might happen if you cross your local librarian ... on CBC.ca there is a story about a woman in Wisconsin being handcuffed and taken to jail for unpaid library fines ... The headline - "Woman cuffed, booked for not paying library fines" leaves little to the imagination ...

Turns out the two overdue books (fined at $30) cost her a criminal charge, the embarassment of being handcuffed and taken to jail AND $172 to be freed.

Just goes to show - don't mess with your local librarians - underneath their smiling exterior may lurk a cold hard law and order heart ...

I've always tried to keep my librarians as friends ... and I'm glad I did.

(for the record - I miss the Minnedosa Library ... and its staff !!)

Thursday, August 21, 2008

91 ... 92 ... 93

No Names yet ...
... just the tragic details that 3 Canadian Soldiers
died today in Afghanistan.
Thoughts and prayers for their families,
and for their comrades,
and for all those in Uniform serving our nation.
At the going down of the sun,
and in the morning,
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.
Lest we forget.

Tonight ...


Tonight, lying in (or rather ON) my bed in the heat, with the windows wide open and a gusty breeze blowing through the room, I listened to the sounds of the night in my new neighbourhood ...
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There was nothing untoward to be heard ... but then I realized that there was a very familiar sound that has been absent from my hearing for far far too long ... The gentle "creek-creek-creek" of the humble field cricket was floating through my window from the backyard ...
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It's been a LLLLLOOOONNNNGGGGG time since I've heard the call of the cricket much less been lulled asleep by it ... it's funny the difference a mere 50 kms can make ... I don't remember EVER hearing a cricket in Minnedosa ... and I didn't miss it until I heard it again ...
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Environmental Round-Up ...

Last night while a cool breeze blew through the open windows of my bedroom, and the moon left soft shadows across the floor and the bed, I got up and walked out to the kitchen to get a drink of water ... As I have done a million times before, and will do a million times again, I turned the tap, let the water run for a moment, then filled a glass with the cold, clear water that gushed forth in abundance ...

I seldom thought about what a gift a simple glass of water can be ... Last night though, as I stood looking out my kitchen window into the moonlit darkness, I thought of a friend who celebrated the move from a tiny small home that had only a cold water tap in the kitchen, to a modern apartment that had hot water on demand.

This friend, we will call him Stanley, lived with his partner in the tiny house for over 50 years ... each week when they needed hot water, they would haul out enormous multi-gallon pots that would be filled with water then heated on the stove. Baths meant repeated filling of the pots and hauling them from the kitchen into the bathroom ...

With a smile, he acknowledged that it is this effort that kept him fit and trim !!! Given he was a dimuinutive yet very hale and hearty 80 year old at the time, it is hard to argue that point ... but when the time came for him to reluctantly leave his little house and move into a small apartment in a modern apartment block, the one thing he looked forward to was hot water available at the turn of a tap ...

Weeks after his relocation, I bumped into Stanley on the street and asked how his move was and if he had settled in ... His answer came in an enormous smile and the whispered confession:

"You know, in my first week I had a shower every morning and a bath every night. AND once in a while I just turn the tap to let the hot water flow ... JUST TO SEE IT ..." he grinned as he added, "it's SO nice not to have the bother of all the pots and the stove ... just turn the tap !! It's like a miracle !!"

I could only offer a heart-felt - "You've earned that privilege my friend!!"

Last night I thought of Stanley and turned the hot water tap "just to see it."

When I returned to my bed and laid there watching the branches of the trees and bushes in my backyard dance in the wind under the waning moon, I thought about what a gift many of the things we take for granted really are, and I began to wonder whether we approach life with an attitude of appreciation and gratitude for the blessings and bounty we enjoy so blithely, or whether we've just come to take ALL these things for granted with nary a thought about our place in the world, and our impact upon it ...

Those thoughts were still rolling around within me this morning when I checked out the news sites and found a number of troubling stories that served as a reminder that perhaps we're NOT doing a very good job of living mindfully and gently upon this planet ...

The first story was that of two mouthed fish being found near the Alberta Tar-sands.

Then came the revelation that plastic is NOT the most numerous item washing up on Canadian shores - cigarette butts are.

And finally came the story from CBC.ca about the City of London banning the sale of bottled water within its facilities ... as I read THIS story, I couldn't help but think of the abundance of water conveniently available within each home and household in Canada ... In the wake of the Walkerton and Battleford tragedies though, and with the encouragement of the multi-national corporations, we've come to believe that our tap water is LESS THAN SAFE, when repeatedly we hear that nothing could be further from the truth.

The recent propensity of people in the West to pay MORE for a litre of water than they do for a litre of gasoline, and to do it without thinking nor complaining, is an absurdity ... The tap water in our cities and towns is safe (with some exceptions), available and INEXPENSIVE, and yet people keep reaching for bottled water that serves to drain aquifers, create mountains of plastic waste, and costs way more than it should ...

Personally, I say - "three cheers for the City of London" maybe other municipalities need to follow suit, and like the "No Smoking" policies that were once unheard of, it only takes a few communities to say "enough" to start a societal revolution ...

This summer we stopped in a community that lacked a "no smoking" by-law, my kids commented on how much the restaurant stunk, and we didn't linger for long ... as we left I commented on how that was normal when I was their age, and they wrinkled their noses and said - "that would have been gross"

They're right ... the world changes by degree, and perhaps the banning of bottled water in communities with a safe, secure and cheap supply of water on tap is the logical and appropriate first step ... hopefully our municipal leaders have the courage to listen to their people, the environment and NOT the multinationals who are interested only in profit !!

One can only hope !!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Quotations from Kingsolver ...


From her book Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, some thoughts of Barbara Kingsolver worth considering:

"Eaters must understand that eating takes place inescapably in the world, that it is inescapably an agricultural act, and that how we eat determines, to a considerable extent, how the world is used ..." - Wendell Berry.

The Urban US middle class appears more specifically concerned about exploiting Asian factory workers (Kingsolver commenting on the attitudes towards domestic US farmers who supply food to the American kitchen table)

... and commenting on the inability of a local organic growers' cooperative to sell their tomatoes in neighbouring stores who are importing Californian grown tomatoes trucked ACROSS the country Kingsolver writes: "... pallets of organic tomatoes from Californian had begun coming in just a few dollars cheaper. It's hard to believe, given the amount of truck fuel involved, but transportation is tax deductable for the corporations, so we tax payers paid for that shipping. The Californian growers only needed the economics of scale on their side, a cheap army of pickers and customer who would reliably opt for the lower prices ..."

The local organically grown tomatoes had to be given away to poor and needy families because the stores wouldn't buy them ... a disaster on many levels ...

(stay tuned - more to come ...)

Food rant continues ...

I've been reading Barbara Kingsolver's new book: "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" about her family taking a year to eat mindfully, choosing to consume food available locally or in their gardens, and things that have been grown themselves and preserved, rather than just picking up what is available from the local grocery store ...

It is a powerful read - enjoyable, informative and provocative in the best possible ways ... along with suggestions for gardening there are recipes, serving types, and more than just a little social commentary about how and what we eat ... Like the book "Don't Eat this Book" Kingsolver's work offers a strong critique of modern food consumption ...

Today I read an article online over at CommonDreams.org about the response, or more accurately - the LACK of response from the G8 Nations to the need for a Food Policy - the ironic image of the leaders sitting down to an 8 course, 18 dish gourmet meal on the heels of their announcement that they should reduce unnecessary food consumption is sadly laughable, but typical of our societal blindness ... our actions and our words are disconnected ...

An article linked by a friend's Facebook profile today reminds us that the transportation of ALL the food globally not only has the impact from the over consumption of fossil fuels to move those tomatoes across a continent, or those bananas around the world ... there is a GREAT DEAL of PLASTIC involved in our lifestyle choices as well ... the plastic wrapping on the organic California tomatoes has to end up somewhere ... and the plastic that held the pallets of canned pineapple from Taiwan together while being offloaded on the docks all has to go somewhere, and research is showing it is ending up in the oceans where it wreaks havoc in the environment ...

Yet we blithely continue on pretending everything is okay, and our tiny contribution multiplied a BILLION fold does NOTHING to the planet ...

Oh, were it the case ...

Reading Kingsolver's book has caused me pause. I am even more committed to creating a garden in my backyard next year - a garden that WILL be filled with veggies to be eaten, preserved and stored for the subsequent seasons ... moreover, I will in the coming days endeavour to be a conscientious shopper, paying attention to the source for my fruits, veggies, meats and other food products with the same zealous concern and commitment that is poured into my coffee mug each morning ... It is inconsistent for our coffee to be organic fair trade, while our eggs and tomatoes are the products of an industrial food complex that robs us of too much ...

I believe we are on the verge of a food revolution ... we will no longer believe it is OKAY to have strawberries in December because they can be flown in from somewhere, but we will begin to return to our figurative and literal roots ... we will again begin to enjoy food grown in season, and food that is grown locally ... The era of cheap shipping, and tasteless pseudo-food is quickly waning ... soon backyard victory gardens will return, and we will ALL be mindful consumers, savouring locally grown, freshly picked foods over the plastic-like crap our multi-nationals have convinced us to consume ...

Maybe the prophets of old were right when they mused about people sitting under their vineyards and savouring the fruits of their own labours ... as they say - all things old become new again ... and food should be foremost amongst them ...

Food Rant ...

You've been warned ... this is the first of several pending rants about poverty, housing, food and homelessness in the Brandon area ...

Yesterday I went down to the local Food Bank - Samaritan House Ministries to get the low down on the current situation being faced by the vulnerable and at risk population in Brandon ... the news was grim ...

The supply of fresh veggies, usually something that sits for a few days before being taken, are vanishing as fast as they can be laid out on the table. Beets, beans, cucumbers, - YOU NAME IT - folks are snapping up whatever gets placed out as quickly as they can - something the staff and volunteers have never witnessed before ...

There is a wait list for hampers forming with people calling in a day or two early to MAKE SURE THEIR NAMES ARE ON THE LIST !!! Again something staff and volunteers simply don't recall ...

Families that haven't used the Food Bank since 2006 are showing up for assistance ...

The Soup Kitchen is seeing a marked increase in the number of meals being served, with around 180 meals a day being offered to those who come looking for help ...

And perhaps most ominous of all - supplies are quickly dwindling ... 16 banana boxes FULL of canned baked beans went out over the last week and the trickle coming in will NOT replenish that loss ...

Some time was spent yesterday trying to ascertain "WHY?" this is happening now ... it is earlier in the summer than usual, and it is arriving with an intensity that is worrisome ...

Is it fuel prices?
Rental Prices?
Food prices?
Income levels?

No one is really sure ... the only certainty is that helping the poor, the vulnerable and the at risk remains a growth industry, and today in Brandon it is definitely growing ... and that is NOT GOOD.

There are no easy solutions. Today what is needed is awareness by everyone from volunteers through to our political leadership ... what is needed is an awareness that spurns ALL OF US into action ... action that includes donating cash and food and time ... action that includes talking about the problem and NOT envisioning it as something that is not happening here (I've heard THAT too often - and I've heard it from Church people who refuse to acknowledge that poverty exists in their safe little community) ... action that includes changing our thoughts and perspectives on economics and on our purchasing power ... and action that includes TAKING THE ISSUE OF POVERTY SERIOUSLY.

As Gandhi once said - "be the change you seek" ... no one deserves to be poor, or hungry ... and in a country as rich and as affluent as Canada, we need to stop the tired stereo types and start helping those who are simply caught up in an economic maelstrom ...

We each need to ask ourselves two simple questions (thanks to the Rabbi Hillel):

If not me, then who?
If not now, then when?

The answers are ALL about action ...

Monday, August 18, 2008

Two out of three ain't bad ...

Noahkila got back from his Dinosaur/Science Camp at the Royal Tyrell Museum in Drumheller Alberta, and a hike with his Godmother to the Burgess Shale near Field in Yoho National Park ... Ms H went to and returned from Camp Wannakumbac in Riding Mountain National Park, and now wee Beetle is there for her week of camping ...



Two of three are here in my tiny little house ... but I miss Beetle as much as I missed each of them in turn, and missed them ALL when they were off visiting M's family in BC ... on Wednesday night we will all be back home and getting ready for the start of school in a few short days ...



Summer has been a busy and tiring time, filled with change and transition ... but the one constant that has gotten us through is EACH OTHER ... the gift of family !!!



The power of story ... the power of memory ...

Today over at The Laughing Pastor, Blake posted an eloquent musing on the power of story ... in the midst of his posting he commented on the impact the story Good Night Moon had and still has over him ... a deep connection from childhood ...

As I read his posting and thought about the power of story for humanity and for myself, I thought of my favourite book as a child ...

The Monster at the End of This Book, starring lovable, furry old Grover was my ALL time favourite book as a young child ... when I was a toddler I had EVERYONE read it to me ... and even into my teens I would sit down and read it (and I'll admit to sometimes doing it in Grover's voice) for myself ... and as my now grown cousins came on the scene, I would read it to them ...

I SIMPLY LOVED THAT SILLY BOOK ...

and years later when I became an adult one of the first childrens' books that made its way into Noahkila's hands was The Monster at the End of This Book !!!

What came to mind today though was not my personal enjoyment of the book, but rather and afternoon in Bella Coola when my youngest maternal uncle came for a visit ...

"Would you like me to read you a story?" asked Uncle B.

Noahkila LOVED having stories read to him, so he eagerly agreed and brought Uncle B a copy of "The Monster at the End of This Book."

Uncle B looked at it and said, "Uh uh," and tossed the book on the couch across the room, "I read that to you DAD enough for you and HIM !!!"

We laughed, and Noahkila happily had Uncle B read him a selection of other stories ... later in the afternoon, Uncle B relented though and DID read the Grover story to his wee grand-nephew !!

But there is and can be no disputing the truth of his statement - he did read it to me enough for Myself, Noahkila, and likely Noahkila's children and grandchildren ... but rest assured when Noahkila becomes a father, one of the first gifts for my wee grandchild will be a copy of "The Monster at the End of This Book" and Grandpa will happily read it to him or her, complete with the required voices ...

Such is the power of stories ... thanks Blake for the reminder ...

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Chloe on catnip ...

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Ms H. purchased a large tub of dried cat nip recently,
and has been spreading it liberally throughout the house,
ensuring that each of the three cats
recieves their own PILE
of cat nip.
Today on the upstairs landing between the bedrooms,
the old matriarch Chloe
found, claimed and enjoyed
her pile.
Contented does not do justice to her attitude.
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She'll be "down" later to eat her fill from the food dish.