Finn playing with the ice on a frozen Killarney Lake. We have had cool temperatures and no wind or rain the last week or so and our lakes have frozen over. Folks have been skating on Josephine Lake as well.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Killarney Lake frozen over
Finn playing with the ice on a frozen Killarney Lake. We have had cool temperatures and no wind or rain the last week or so and our lakes have frozen over. Folks have been skating on Josephine Lake as well.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Today is a long sigh
Just in from an hour SUPping around Mannion Bay and Miller's Landing. It is sunny and warm today - 5 degrees C - and there is not a breath of wind out. The water is so calm there isn't even any swell in the Queen Charlotte Channel. Everything is flat and calm and quiet, like a long sigh.
I started out from Pebbly Beach and rounded the north point. Headed out towards Miller's Landing for 20 minutes, and then sat on my board, bobbing on the sea. Out in the channel, a seal was splashing. No sign of the huge pod of hundreds of dolphins that had been spotted earlier this week of Cowan Point. Utter calm. Utter, utter calm.
It could have been a summer evening on the water except that there were no boats around. I had the whole of Howe Sound to myself.
Coming up from the beach I ran into Norma Dallas who owns the Bowen island Marina and we talked about what it feels like to be out on the water all alone on days like this. We agreed that the words to describe it are "humility" and "gratitude." That we are alive to experience this is simply a gift. To have snow capped mountains and a calm ocean to hold me, is an incredible thing. To feel my smallness in all of that timeless beauty is a fine teaching.
Why I left the forum
The Bowen Online Forum is a phenomenon. A small group of islanders regularly post there on issues of interest. Conversations often get heated personal insults are flung about and in general it deepens divisions in our community while providing a useful place for reactionary commentary by a few that is often taken for a majority opinion. The more vitriol that gets spilled there, the more page views it gets, and the more money the owner makes.
I posted there extensively during the national park debate, going back on a previous vow that I made never to post there again. During several months I debated with folks and speculated and ended up fighting for my point of view. Last spring I realized that I was deeply ashamed of who I had become there. I was developing a dislike for people, and found myself constantly attacking and defending. I left the forum because I didn't like the part of myself that was showing up there.
But I still read it, because it is interesting a lot of the time. Recently a poster has disappeared from the forum. She was a tireless digger of facts and a passionate advocate for her ideas. Because of an almost obsessive and dogged determination to uncover small bits of evidence in long buried documents, she developed a bit of a reputation as a good researcher and someone who unearthed "the truth."
But she suffers from a major problem, and that is confirmation bias. She proves what she wants to see and she refuses to seek counter evidence. She is not actually a researcher in this respect, and she is not actually after the truth. She unearths facts that support her position, which makes her an excellent advocate. She speaks passionately about her views, supports them with written evidence and defends herself often by insulting others who have not done the same level of research as she has done. She, and others, seem to hold the view that a verbose post with many links is not an opinion, but is the unguarded truth. It is not.
During the post park debacle as some committees were being restructured, she posted some facts about the Greenways committee based on what was in the municipal records. She used these facts to justify why that committee should be disbanded. The problem was that she didn't have all the facts. In politics there are many things that go on out of sight of the official record, and in the case of the Greenways committee, there were some egregious acts of power committed that, if they had come to light, would have provided much more context about why this committee should not have been disbanded. I learned of these facts first hand, and they are not written down.
It is not my place to expose these facts, because they were revealed to me in a personal conversation, and they were private. The point I want to make is that just because someone has some facts at hand does not mean they have all the facts. Selecting facts to support your position does not make you a beacon of truth, it makes you an advocate for a position. Confusing the two is very dangerous, especially in cases where the truth is very different from the public record.
I left the forum because it is impossible to debate with someone who has confused truth and their own beliefs. Doing so will bring out the worst instincts in you.
The forum is a lovely little playground for Bowen Island's small town narcissism. When you are embroiled there, you feel like you are solving important problems and taking important stands. There is much more to living in this place than what passes for good thinking there. We are much kinder in real life than we appear on the forum. This place is far more beautiful and compassionate. The person I am writing about is a lovely person in real life, but a completely different presence online.
S I am not returning to the forum, and it is good that my fact checking friend is not there either. It makes it clear that the place is just a place for opinions. So I'll keep mine to my blog here. You can always comment here if you want,
I posted there extensively during the national park debate, going back on a previous vow that I made never to post there again. During several months I debated with folks and speculated and ended up fighting for my point of view. Last spring I realized that I was deeply ashamed of who I had become there. I was developing a dislike for people, and found myself constantly attacking and defending. I left the forum because I didn't like the part of myself that was showing up there.
But I still read it, because it is interesting a lot of the time. Recently a poster has disappeared from the forum. She was a tireless digger of facts and a passionate advocate for her ideas. Because of an almost obsessive and dogged determination to uncover small bits of evidence in long buried documents, she developed a bit of a reputation as a good researcher and someone who unearthed "the truth."
But she suffers from a major problem, and that is confirmation bias. She proves what she wants to see and she refuses to seek counter evidence. She is not actually a researcher in this respect, and she is not actually after the truth. She unearths facts that support her position, which makes her an excellent advocate. She speaks passionately about her views, supports them with written evidence and defends herself often by insulting others who have not done the same level of research as she has done. She, and others, seem to hold the view that a verbose post with many links is not an opinion, but is the unguarded truth. It is not.
During the post park debacle as some committees were being restructured, she posted some facts about the Greenways committee based on what was in the municipal records. She used these facts to justify why that committee should be disbanded. The problem was that she didn't have all the facts. In politics there are many things that go on out of sight of the official record, and in the case of the Greenways committee, there were some egregious acts of power committed that, if they had come to light, would have provided much more context about why this committee should not have been disbanded. I learned of these facts first hand, and they are not written down.
It is not my place to expose these facts, because they were revealed to me in a personal conversation, and they were private. The point I want to make is that just because someone has some facts at hand does not mean they have all the facts. Selecting facts to support your position does not make you a beacon of truth, it makes you an advocate for a position. Confusing the two is very dangerous, especially in cases where the truth is very different from the public record.
I left the forum because it is impossible to debate with someone who has confused truth and their own beliefs. Doing so will bring out the worst instincts in you.
The forum is a lovely little playground for Bowen Island's small town narcissism. When you are embroiled there, you feel like you are solving important problems and taking important stands. There is much more to living in this place than what passes for good thinking there. We are much kinder in real life than we appear on the forum. This place is far more beautiful and compassionate. The person I am writing about is a lovely person in real life, but a completely different presence online.
S I am not returning to the forum, and it is good that my fact checking friend is not there either. It makes it clear that the place is just a place for opinions. So I'll keep mine to my blog here. You can always comment here if you want,
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
trees parks and parked cars
Well tidying really. All around the village BC Hydro has been cutting trees. In the area of Crippen Park where you can walk to the Memorial Garden, a bunch of alders and some maples have been taken out, presumably for safety although some have been saying that the cuts are too deep. Near the lagoon, the beavers have been at at it, and there are a lot of trees down all along the north side of the water, and some huge trees that are in the process of being felled one nibble at a time.
Along the road sides up to ur house, there has alos been clearing of brush and young trees under the power lines. So everything looks a bit sparser.
Crippen Park is a bit of a hot button at the moment. The current Council has plans to build a loading yard in the park as an indicator of their agenda to make change at any cost. It's an insane idea, and will be accompanied by a drive through roundabout at the intersection with Melmore and centre lane loading in the village. the advocates for building this monstrosity in the park were the same ones who prevented the National Park from happening largely by saying that Crippen Park needed protecting from the evil development designs of Parks Canada. The Bowen Island Improvement Association is out to improve everything except its own logic or outlook on things.
The last time we tried centre lane loading in the village, it was insanely dangerous. a row of parked cars on one side, a through lane and a row of parked cars in the middle. Crossing the street, especially with young kids, was a nightmare and it frayed my nerves to drive down there.
But they will have their way with the island. They are obstinate and devoted to their agenda, which seems less about doing something visionary and more about sticking it to the previous Council and anyone who thinks the previous Council has any merit. It's clear that vengeance isn't a very good governance tool, and I have no doubt a series of foolish decisions are about to be made.
Meanwhile, the beavers gnaw, and the lake freezes, and a pretty dry January trundles along.
Along the road sides up to ur house, there has alos been clearing of brush and young trees under the power lines. So everything looks a bit sparser.
Crippen Park is a bit of a hot button at the moment. The current Council has plans to build a loading yard in the park as an indicator of their agenda to make change at any cost. It's an insane idea, and will be accompanied by a drive through roundabout at the intersection with Melmore and centre lane loading in the village. the advocates for building this monstrosity in the park were the same ones who prevented the National Park from happening largely by saying that Crippen Park needed protecting from the evil development designs of Parks Canada. The Bowen Island Improvement Association is out to improve everything except its own logic or outlook on things.
The last time we tried centre lane loading in the village, it was insanely dangerous. a row of parked cars on one side, a through lane and a row of parked cars in the middle. Crossing the street, especially with young kids, was a nightmare and it frayed my nerves to drive down there.
But they will have their way with the island. They are obstinate and devoted to their agenda, which seems less about doing something visionary and more about sticking it to the previous Council and anyone who thinks the previous Council has any merit. It's clear that vengeance isn't a very good governance tool, and I have no doubt a series of foolish decisions are about to be made.
Meanwhile, the beavers gnaw, and the lake freezes, and a pretty dry January trundles along.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Swimming with the Bears
A beautiful afternoon here on Bowen Island where the annual polar bear swim took place. More than 100 people gathered around a beach fire at Bowen Bay and on the count of 10 plunged into the chilly waters. Finn and I did it as is our ritual, cleansing ourselves for the new year.
Happy New Year to you all.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Year's end and obtuse thanks
The calendar year is ending. This space has been neglected for a while, wondering why that is?
This blog has shifted and morphed over the past ten years, has largely been about the natural world of Bowen Island, which is the most amazing thing to me. The forests, mountains, lakes, creeks and oceans of this island never bore me. And for years I have made the same walk from my house to Sung Cove, to sit in The Snug and work and write and read and catch up with neighbours, and that never tires me either. The sense of community, among musicians, among those who share a common love of soccer, of those who practice experience of the sacred or among those who love the natural world and the among the eclectic and diverse humans that make up this island's population continue to impress and amaze me.
And so this post is a purge of a psychological burden that has begun to turn me uncharacteristically cynical.
Over this past year, I've been saddened a little by the way some of those humans have been carrying on. The thing that drives me most crazy is the narcissistic nature of small town community conflict, and part of my project over this past year has been to fall in love with Bowen again despite some of the crazy and petty antics of a few people who wield some disproportionate influence about the kind of place this is.
This shows up in the political realm most visibly. There is an ancient bun fight on Bowen Island basically between those who favour the preservation of public lands on Bowen and those that favour creating a positive climate for private property development. This is the basic bun fight that consumes all small Canadian municipalities largely because municipal governments have very little power and influence and money, and can mostly make themselves useful by creating planning guidelines and approving buildings. Local governments aspire to greater things, but they have limited influence or power all of which is subject to provincial legislation, largely penned to support the free flow of development capital across local jurisdictions. So you get a lot of steam and bluster about what should be happening and very little actual ability to make it happen.
Last year, our community's political life was dominated by proposal to create a National Park on Bowen Island. I ended up being very much in favour of this idea, seeing it as an ideal way of creating a permanent legacy of our remaining public landscape in a way that would allow us to access resources from another level of government and encourage all sorts of interesting activity. Small towns in Canada don't get much of a chance to create a vision for themselves, by which I mean a lofty aspirational ideal that we can actually work towards. Usually you get trite things like "liveable!" or "interesting to visit" accompanied by a few flower pots hanging on lamp posts. For me, the National Park idea was our once in a life time chance to live a little larger. But we chose against it, with a libertarian flavoured "no" campaign that was based on ideas of more traffic, the threat of the big bad federal government and unforgivably outright lies, like Lonnie Hindle's audio musings in which he discussed Parks Canada's (non-existent) ability to expropriate private property. (These are time worn strategies in the fight agains the public interests, by the way).
I was surprised by the amount of derision that proposal attracted. And not just derision, but downright libellous hatred spewed against the Council that was trying to host a rational consideration of the proposal. In the lead up to the referendum on the park idea which coincided with a municipal election the man that became our mayor referred to members of the sitting Council as "The Gang of Four." I was appalled by this characterization, and it revealed to me a depth of outright hatred that some people of influence on our island hold for others.
So this fight is not a new one, but this was the first time in a long long time that it became so visible. You could see it in posting to the Bowen Island Online forum, where personal character attacks are commonplace despite appeals and rules to the contrary. You can see it in the blog of a Councillor called Tim Rhodes, who uses his blog to attack people who disagree with the current Council under the guise of correcting facts, which he often does by slinging an implication of conspiracy around. In fact Tim Rhodes kind of started this whole thing a few years ago when he took on the previous Council by creating a newspaper called BITE that was funded in part by the owners who were developing Cape Roger Curtis. He arrived on the island a few years ago as a little known internet marketer and quickly became the offensive voice of the pro-development faction of Council, as represented by Bowen Island Properties. He has spent the past year as a member of Council largely deriding the previous Council's efforts and laying a whole number of sins of omission and commission at their feet.
The level of vitriol that appeared in the public conversation - which included a public bullying of a Council candidate on the ferry one morning by a man called Andrew P which I witnessed - was an alarm bell for me. Something is going on. The principle of "the man doth protest too much" is evidently at play. The current Council has almost run through half of it's term and people like Tim Rhodes continue to attack the previous Council. meanwhile, they have done nothing of substance for the municipality except govern, like everyone else has. They are trumpeting their basic governance as something special, but they are just doing what they have to do under the provincial legislation to which they are bound. (Municipalities are so beholden to the province, that they practically run themselves.). Their supporters defeated the National Park proposal, achieved their goal of electing a slate of development and private property advocates, and installed a previously little known person as mayor who began his public campaign by comparing four councillors to a gang of Maoist extremists.
I have no faith in this Council to accomplish anything of substance except to make the development guidelines on Bowen friendly to a few people. They may try to take us out of the Islands Trust which would loosen the environmental protection of our common lands. They are hell bent on "making change" but so far have not really demonstrated the will or ability to do that. I worry a little that they will choose unwise decisions just to appear to make change.
It has renewed my philosophy of never electing people to government that hate government. What good can ever come of that? They generally become poor stewards of the common good, instead using their power to make things happen for the personal and private gain, leaving the public purse and the public realm in tatters. It happens in this country at every level and our current federal government is a prime example. While this Council has yet to do that with finances or infrastructure (although their ferry marshalling proposal may just accomplish that yet), Tim Rhodes especially has shown no desire to quit poisoning the public well of discourse. The effect of course is that citizens become cynical and disengaged from their local government. That is not a good thing, no matter what flavour your Council is.
But I am not expecting anything from this Council, as I don't expect much from ANY Council. It is a generally impotent level of government, especially in small towns. Despite the storm and bluster, it is easy to bully around and get what you want. One of the current Councillors even brought a legal action against the previous Council because a small process issue was "the straw that broke the camels back." So local government in Canada is an arena for small and prudent stewardship of a few tax dollars, and not the grand arena of civic direction setting that people often make it out to be. Not only can you fight city hall, it turns out that you don't even need to land a blow. You can just show up with some heavy threats and have your way with it.
No, I don't believe municipal governance matters much in the grand scheme of things. Not when private interests can push it around. But I do feel like community matters. A lot. And where I do despair is how cavalier people are with civic discourse. Social capital is a precious asset, and one which takes a tremendous amount of effort to create and which can be spent very quickly. We have just come through a period of massive erosion of social capital. I tried to do what I could to stem the bleeding by speaking up for decorum online and by hosting conversations in real life. But I realized in the spring that I was losing my mind trying to do so. I was becoming another ego riddled participant in the public sphere, wanting to impose my own standards on the community, and thereby suffering from the very disease that I was fighting. So I gave up on the Bowen Island forum, and recently I have been engaging with Tim Rhodes on his blog, by inviting him to a more reasoned critique of his fellow citizens and pointing him to resources to help with community planning that cares for the heart and soul of a place like ours, but he put up a post the other day that was yet another personal attack of a citizen and so I'm giving up there too. Old dogs are just old dogs. I'm an old dog as well. Old dog fights are pathetic.
So I'm making this long essay my last substantive post on civic discourse for a while. I'm writing out this thinking to address some of the egregious behaviour I have witnessed over the past year and as a way of explaining the depth of my sadness at what happens in our community. I notice that I suffer the most when I engage in the narcissistic behaviour that characterizes so much small town difference. The truth is that it is quaint, not important. It is charming, not devastating. This past year I have worked in places like the violence racked south suburbs of Chicago and viciously divided First Nations communities. I have worked with people who are stopping gang violence in Minneapolis, who are caring for refugees in Fargo, who host dialogues between Israelis and Palestinians, who support freedom in Egypt and Syria and South Sudan, who provide safe shelter for women fleeing the threat of death, who are trying to affect a preservation of the very atmosphere that sustains life on this planet. It has reminded me of what is important, and what is truly big and where the real fight is.
So if I have a new year's resolution, it is to practice gratitude. I am grateful for the struggle between factions on Bowen Island, because it means I live in a privileged and peaceful place. It means I don't actually have to "save" Bowen. It is not one of the places in the world that needs saving, whether it is from developers or Councillors or vitriolic forum posters or real life bullies. Our own narcissistic bunfights are the good news actually.
So this is a purge, a throwing off of an old shell, a burning in the fire. I will be out and about as usual, in the forest, on my paddleboard, playing music, kicking a soccer ball around, sipping coffee at Artisan Eats and The Snug, participating in this community. We have much to be thankful for, and I'm going to re-store writing on this blog as an archive of all the good, all the beauty and all the fortune that we have and experience.
So away with the old ways of being, and welcome to the challenge of rising above, seeing what we really have, and spending time in creative gratitude for beauty and blessings.
This blog has shifted and morphed over the past ten years, has largely been about the natural world of Bowen Island, which is the most amazing thing to me. The forests, mountains, lakes, creeks and oceans of this island never bore me. And for years I have made the same walk from my house to Sung Cove, to sit in The Snug and work and write and read and catch up with neighbours, and that never tires me either. The sense of community, among musicians, among those who share a common love of soccer, of those who practice experience of the sacred or among those who love the natural world and the among the eclectic and diverse humans that make up this island's population continue to impress and amaze me.
And so this post is a purge of a psychological burden that has begun to turn me uncharacteristically cynical.
Over this past year, I've been saddened a little by the way some of those humans have been carrying on. The thing that drives me most crazy is the narcissistic nature of small town community conflict, and part of my project over this past year has been to fall in love with Bowen again despite some of the crazy and petty antics of a few people who wield some disproportionate influence about the kind of place this is.
This shows up in the political realm most visibly. There is an ancient bun fight on Bowen Island basically between those who favour the preservation of public lands on Bowen and those that favour creating a positive climate for private property development. This is the basic bun fight that consumes all small Canadian municipalities largely because municipal governments have very little power and influence and money, and can mostly make themselves useful by creating planning guidelines and approving buildings. Local governments aspire to greater things, but they have limited influence or power all of which is subject to provincial legislation, largely penned to support the free flow of development capital across local jurisdictions. So you get a lot of steam and bluster about what should be happening and very little actual ability to make it happen.
Last year, our community's political life was dominated by proposal to create a National Park on Bowen Island. I ended up being very much in favour of this idea, seeing it as an ideal way of creating a permanent legacy of our remaining public landscape in a way that would allow us to access resources from another level of government and encourage all sorts of interesting activity. Small towns in Canada don't get much of a chance to create a vision for themselves, by which I mean a lofty aspirational ideal that we can actually work towards. Usually you get trite things like "liveable!" or "interesting to visit" accompanied by a few flower pots hanging on lamp posts. For me, the National Park idea was our once in a life time chance to live a little larger. But we chose against it, with a libertarian flavoured "no" campaign that was based on ideas of more traffic, the threat of the big bad federal government and unforgivably outright lies, like Lonnie Hindle's audio musings in which he discussed Parks Canada's (non-existent) ability to expropriate private property. (These are time worn strategies in the fight agains the public interests, by the way).
I was surprised by the amount of derision that proposal attracted. And not just derision, but downright libellous hatred spewed against the Council that was trying to host a rational consideration of the proposal. In the lead up to the referendum on the park idea which coincided with a municipal election the man that became our mayor referred to members of the sitting Council as "The Gang of Four." I was appalled by this characterization, and it revealed to me a depth of outright hatred that some people of influence on our island hold for others.
So this fight is not a new one, but this was the first time in a long long time that it became so visible. You could see it in posting to the Bowen Island Online forum, where personal character attacks are commonplace despite appeals and rules to the contrary. You can see it in the blog of a Councillor called Tim Rhodes, who uses his blog to attack people who disagree with the current Council under the guise of correcting facts, which he often does by slinging an implication of conspiracy around. In fact Tim Rhodes kind of started this whole thing a few years ago when he took on the previous Council by creating a newspaper called BITE that was funded in part by the owners who were developing Cape Roger Curtis. He arrived on the island a few years ago as a little known internet marketer and quickly became the offensive voice of the pro-development faction of Council, as represented by Bowen Island Properties. He has spent the past year as a member of Council largely deriding the previous Council's efforts and laying a whole number of sins of omission and commission at their feet.
The level of vitriol that appeared in the public conversation - which included a public bullying of a Council candidate on the ferry one morning by a man called Andrew P which I witnessed - was an alarm bell for me. Something is going on. The principle of "the man doth protest too much" is evidently at play. The current Council has almost run through half of it's term and people like Tim Rhodes continue to attack the previous Council. meanwhile, they have done nothing of substance for the municipality except govern, like everyone else has. They are trumpeting their basic governance as something special, but they are just doing what they have to do under the provincial legislation to which they are bound. (Municipalities are so beholden to the province, that they practically run themselves.). Their supporters defeated the National Park proposal, achieved their goal of electing a slate of development and private property advocates, and installed a previously little known person as mayor who began his public campaign by comparing four councillors to a gang of Maoist extremists.
I have no faith in this Council to accomplish anything of substance except to make the development guidelines on Bowen friendly to a few people. They may try to take us out of the Islands Trust which would loosen the environmental protection of our common lands. They are hell bent on "making change" but so far have not really demonstrated the will or ability to do that. I worry a little that they will choose unwise decisions just to appear to make change.
It has renewed my philosophy of never electing people to government that hate government. What good can ever come of that? They generally become poor stewards of the common good, instead using their power to make things happen for the personal and private gain, leaving the public purse and the public realm in tatters. It happens in this country at every level and our current federal government is a prime example. While this Council has yet to do that with finances or infrastructure (although their ferry marshalling proposal may just accomplish that yet), Tim Rhodes especially has shown no desire to quit poisoning the public well of discourse. The effect of course is that citizens become cynical and disengaged from their local government. That is not a good thing, no matter what flavour your Council is.
But I am not expecting anything from this Council, as I don't expect much from ANY Council. It is a generally impotent level of government, especially in small towns. Despite the storm and bluster, it is easy to bully around and get what you want. One of the current Councillors even brought a legal action against the previous Council because a small process issue was "the straw that broke the camels back." So local government in Canada is an arena for small and prudent stewardship of a few tax dollars, and not the grand arena of civic direction setting that people often make it out to be. Not only can you fight city hall, it turns out that you don't even need to land a blow. You can just show up with some heavy threats and have your way with it.
No, I don't believe municipal governance matters much in the grand scheme of things. Not when private interests can push it around. But I do feel like community matters. A lot. And where I do despair is how cavalier people are with civic discourse. Social capital is a precious asset, and one which takes a tremendous amount of effort to create and which can be spent very quickly. We have just come through a period of massive erosion of social capital. I tried to do what I could to stem the bleeding by speaking up for decorum online and by hosting conversations in real life. But I realized in the spring that I was losing my mind trying to do so. I was becoming another ego riddled participant in the public sphere, wanting to impose my own standards on the community, and thereby suffering from the very disease that I was fighting. So I gave up on the Bowen Island forum, and recently I have been engaging with Tim Rhodes on his blog, by inviting him to a more reasoned critique of his fellow citizens and pointing him to resources to help with community planning that cares for the heart and soul of a place like ours, but he put up a post the other day that was yet another personal attack of a citizen and so I'm giving up there too. Old dogs are just old dogs. I'm an old dog as well. Old dog fights are pathetic.
So I'm making this long essay my last substantive post on civic discourse for a while. I'm writing out this thinking to address some of the egregious behaviour I have witnessed over the past year and as a way of explaining the depth of my sadness at what happens in our community. I notice that I suffer the most when I engage in the narcissistic behaviour that characterizes so much small town difference. The truth is that it is quaint, not important. It is charming, not devastating. This past year I have worked in places like the violence racked south suburbs of Chicago and viciously divided First Nations communities. I have worked with people who are stopping gang violence in Minneapolis, who are caring for refugees in Fargo, who host dialogues between Israelis and Palestinians, who support freedom in Egypt and Syria and South Sudan, who provide safe shelter for women fleeing the threat of death, who are trying to affect a preservation of the very atmosphere that sustains life on this planet. It has reminded me of what is important, and what is truly big and where the real fight is.
So if I have a new year's resolution, it is to practice gratitude. I am grateful for the struggle between factions on Bowen Island, because it means I live in a privileged and peaceful place. It means I don't actually have to "save" Bowen. It is not one of the places in the world that needs saving, whether it is from developers or Councillors or vitriolic forum posters or real life bullies. Our own narcissistic bunfights are the good news actually.
So this is a purge, a throwing off of an old shell, a burning in the fire. I will be out and about as usual, in the forest, on my paddleboard, playing music, kicking a soccer ball around, sipping coffee at Artisan Eats and The Snug, participating in this community. We have much to be thankful for, and I'm going to re-store writing on this blog as an archive of all the good, all the beauty and all the fortune that we have and experience.
So away with the old ways of being, and welcome to the challenge of rising above, seeing what we really have, and spending time in creative gratitude for beauty and blessings.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Rainbows, snow and dolphins
A dry summer and fall has switched to cold rain and high snow.
This mornings rainbow on Howe Sound.
First snow as seen from the Bowen Queen, our replacement ferry, while our regular boat is in for an annual refit.
And a not very good photo of a small pod of dolphins seen off our starboard side while heading home.
This mornings rainbow on Howe Sound.
First snow as seen from the Bowen Queen, our replacement ferry, while our regular boat is in for an annual refit.
And a not very good photo of a small pod of dolphins seen off our starboard side while heading home.
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