This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

April 17, 2011

We are pathetic grains of sand, infitisimally small particles of matter temporarily occupying this space and time. Can you imagine the species and categories and sub-categories and deliniations of every living thing from a lowly slug to say, the Conservative party. All living matter moves from life to another place in the universe. I pray for a safe and illuminating journey for all Conservatives from the lonliness of the spotlight to the lofty not-so-soft pillows of reflection and post-berating until reconciliation and consensus runs through you again like the Red River of Alberta. Really, after all, you're only human. It's ok to be completely WRONG. Trust me. We've all been there. Your prior calculated, pointed bashing of others' ideas and your subterfuge with misrepresentation of your intent have hurt. We were defenceless. But no more. We can see with our eyes and hear with our own ears. We hope for a new way to communicate our different values.

"Canadian valus" or "Canadian identity" was thoroughly discussed in the 90's, all of us concerned about Canada without Quebec, keeping our peace-keepers and how we were a "kinder" nation, more than anything else, responders rather than reactors. Multiculturalism has continued to embrace the practice of weaving cultures and world views together. In our "Canadian identity" vacuum, we are happy, indeed, to embrace each other, brothers and sisters, all from the human family and all across the world. This is what makes us great. This could be the last great diaspora as we start, like other great diasporas, the painful process of sharing and learning to live together. To fix the imbalance, the big "share" will be the best "share"!!

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