Archive | May 2012

Peace Train

This video makes me think about the marches going on in Montreal right now.  I am a Montreal native…I was born and raised there…having moved to Edmonton 15 years ago.  My friends are aware that I am from Montreal, and so have asked my opinion about what is going on there.  I have to admit that it is difficult to understand the city and the people of Quebec and Montreal, unless you are from there.  In Quebec, and especially Montreal, politics infuse every aspect of your life.  That is why I don’t live there any more…I miss the people and culture of Montreal, but not the politics.

I wish I could say that the protests will not escalate, and that everyone will calm down and talk…but that is not likely.  There is a history of protests…an experience of public unrest…that underlies all these marches.  The only way to stop this is for the government to compromise, the students will not.  I believe that public protest can, and do, bring about change.  I believe that the next generation must demand change if they want a world of peace.  However these protests are not about peace, they are about money…this will not end peacefully unless the government backs down.  I pray for peace, I pray for compromise, I pray for my city, I pray for my family and friends in Montreal…please let there be peace.

God Bless, Julia

 

It’s Calling My Name

The garden is calling me…it’s using foul language…I wish it would shut up.  I’ve been neglecting the garden for the last week.  It rained for three days last week which is very unusual for the prairies.  The rain meant I got out of the habit of going out each morning to tend to the garden. It takes six weeks of repeadily doing something for it to become a habit…apparently that only applies to good habits, because the bad ones seem to only need three days.  So in order to keep the garden from embarrassing me in front of the neighbours, I’m going to have to drag myself outside. 

Three days of rain also means the grass is now almost up to my knees…I admit I am vertically challenged, but it’s still high.  I don’t have a lot of grass, I prefer to have as much of the space as possible dedicated to growing.  The dogs area is grass and as he is only nine inches high…he takes after me…I’m affraid he’ll get lost out there…I will have to call in a rescue team.  Now I wouldn’t mind losing the cat out there for a few hours…remember, he’s evil…but he is bigger than the dog, so that won’t work.  I could let it go for another week but then they would have to send in a rescue team for me…I guess I better take care of it.

God Bless, Julia

Inspiration

I am so impressed by the creativity of the bloggers…I find it inspirational, keeping my mind thinking.  When you are in a studio all the time, and not getting feedback about your work, or seeing other artist’s work, it is easy to feel unmotivated.  Your words of encouragement, and seeing what others are up to, help to make me feel connected to the outside world. I find everyone to be so supportive of each other.  Thank you for all your kind words.

I once read a book that suggested that the reader should have an artist date once a week…actually, I think it was more than one book I have seen it in.  An artist date is when you take yourself out to some place that is inspirational for you in a creative way.  For everyone it is different…it could be a museum, a dollar store, on a walk in the woods…we are all inspired by different things.  You need to go out on your own…ditch the kids on a neighbour.  I have done this and I do think it is useful, especially if you are feeling out of touch, cooped up, or the kids at making you crazy.

Happy Birthday Claire!

My baby girl turns eleven today…she is growing up too fast…I wish I could make time stand still sometimes.  I do enjoy watching her grow up…she is becoming a beautiful person, inside and out.  She is compassionate and driven by subjects that move her…I’m sure she will grow up to be a leader in whatever cause she choses to take on.  There was a time when she was very little that I thought that she may be permanently attached to my leg…however she seems to have outgrown that for the most part.

Yesterday she was affirmed in her faith at her confirmation ceremony at church.  She is at that pre-teen age where at moments I can see glimpses of her teenage self, and moments when she is still that little girl.  She can be the confident young woman at the front of the church, and then run for a hug from her mommy a minute later.  I want her to enjoy this time before the hormones begin to reek havoc in her body and life…before boys and friends become the center of her universe.  Have a great day my lovely Claire and a wonderful eleventh you.  kisses and hugs from your whole family! 

God Bless, Mommy

Best Friends

Facebook has taken the word, “friend,” and made it into nothing more than a computer click. When people find out who my best friend for the last fifteen years has been, they get this blank look on their faces…when they meet him they become truly baffled.  My best friend is a 6’6″ priest who grew up on a farm in Alberta…I am a 5’2″ lesbian artist from Montreal.  You would think that we would have almost nothing in common…country boy and city girl…can’t imagine my life without him.  The relationship with your best friend transcends the ordinary friendships of life in ways that can not be explained. 

Oh…You got to have friends…for those of you who are too young, they are words to a song.  I do not know what my life would have turned out like without friends.  More than likely I would not be around to muse about it in this post.  I watched my daughter jumping around yesterday with her best friend on a trampolene…they have been friends since they were four.  They have their own language, and they know how the other one is feeling without having to ask…they offer encouragement and hope for each other. I hope they are always friends. 

Today my best friend is going to present my daughter for confimationconfirm…eleven years ago he baptized her, and God willing, he will be around to perform her marriage ceremony.  He will be really old by then, because Claire is not allowed to date till she is 30, :)…but I pray that he is there. Thanks friend

God Bless, Julia

Cancer Not on a Bun

I am going to make a speech tonight at the Relay for Life Cancer Run, in Edmonton.  I’m glad that I am making this speech, because it is on behalf of all caregivers who have made the journey through the battle against cancer with a loved one.  I can make this speech because my loved one, survived.  When the journey started I was not so sure that I would be able to say that four years down the line…in fact the odds were greatly against this outcome…but, thank God, we all made it.  Not everyone I have helped on the journey through cancer…yes, there has been more than one…has survived, but as time goes on, the odds are getting better.  I have heard that 1 in 2 of us will get cancer in their lifetime, that statistic is frightening.

It takes a lot of people to fight cancer, on an individual level, and on a global level.  Just as it takes a village to raise a child, it takes a village to fight cancer.  There are a team on people…doctors, nurses, social workers, caregivers, family, friends, and especially the person who has the cancer…that have to work together to fight.  Sometimes we lose the fight, sometimes we win, but we must come to the fight prepared for battle…knowing that we are literally fighting for someone’s life.  If you are battling this disease right now, either because you have cancer, or you are helping someone who has cancer, my prayers are with you.  It is a long road full of lessons to learn, tears shed, feelings shared, and hopefully even some laughter…fight on my friends, fight on.

God Bless, Julia

Rude People

We all run into rude people in our lives…some of them may even be family…so let me tell you about someone who walked into my life yesterday.  I had the feeling that I was suppose to learn something from this person…but I’m not sure what.  It ties into something that happened to my wife, Bernice, the day before.  My wife and I approach people in our lives differently…my wife will tell you exactly what she thinks…I tend to package my thoughts with sugar.  So when we both ran into rude people, we handled it very differently.

Bernice was on her way home on public transit when a woman got on the bus and sat behind her.  This woman made several rude and disparaging remarks to the lady sitting beside her about the lady’s weight.  My wife turned around and told the woman that she was rude…surprised, the woman stared at my wife and said, “what?”  Bernice jusg kept telling her she was rude…the broken record technique…until the woman just gave up and became silent…that is exactly what you are suppose to do.  She practically got a standing ovation from the rest of the bus.  I wish sometimes I could do that.

I went to the local electronics shop about my computer, of course…I hate this computer.  I waited for my turn and started explaining to the technitian what was going wrong…it worked perfectly while I was there, of course.  A man walked up to the counter with his computer, dropped it, and proceeded to interupt the different technicians that were already speaking with other clients.  Apparently he was more important, and his time was more valuable, than everyone else there.  He was loud and obnoxious…he was rude.  I thought about what my wife would do…then I thought about whether this guy was crazy as a loon, and what the chances were that he was packing heat…I know, I live in northern Canada, he probably had a pocket full of lint.  I couldn’t do it…I just sat there staring at him and let the technitian handle him.  I really need to get a back bone…it’s hard to walk without one.

God Bless, Julia