I've been thinking a lot lately about the winter sun. I live far enough south that we still get sun, about 8 hours at this point in the year (just under 7.5 at the solstice), but far enough north that the winter sun is distinct. It only rises partway into the sky, a maximum altitude of 16.0° today (compared to about 60° in late June). The light is blindingly bright, washing the world of colour, while also soft and diffuse. It is a sun that is insisting on rising and doing what it can, knowing that better times are ahead.
Maybe I'm trying to hard with that last sentence. But I need to find inspiration somewhere. 2024 has not been kind, and we are only eighteen days in. Kyle started the year with the first signs of sickness. I was delayed by a few days, just long enough to have a ridiculous incident involving Violet, a Yorkie, snowy stairs, and a poor hapless delivery driver which led to a shoulder/bicep injury. When my symptoms set in, I did the test and confirmed what I had hoped would not be true: COVID had finally entered our house. Just in time for the polar vortex to expand south and bring us weather in the -30s (with wind chill bringing it to -40s). We hunkered down in self-imposed quarantine. I took an antiviral to reduce my already high risk from COVID, which I am grateful for but which made my mouth taste like bitter metal for five days. Violet suffered boredom and reduced walks. Kyle recovered first, meaning he took on the brunt of keeping us afloat. There is so much suffering in the world right now, and with that in perspective our suffering is tiny. But tiny suffering is still suffering.
We are recovering, and we are trying. I am starting to do Violet walks again - short and cautious, holding her with my good arm and hoping with all I have to avoid other dogs. Yesterday I pushed my luck in the cold-but-relatively-warm -20 weather and my lungs reminded me that they are not recovered yet. My arm still twinges constantly with even small movements. Kyle is back at work, and I am back building up my mental health for an eventual return. I even find myself missing it a tiny bit.
So I seek inspiration from the winter sun and it's insistence on rising and doing what it can. I remind myself that I, too, have brighter days ahead. And darker days, because life is about cycles and not straight lines. But I have survived all of the cycles so far, and I can survive this one too.
Okay. Enough being overdramatic. Here is said winter sun - may it inspire something for you as well.
Life of a Linden Tree
Thursday, January 18, 2024
Winter Sun
Monday, December 18, 2023
Perspective
Sunday, November 12, 2023
Depression Thoughts
Saturday, July 1, 2023
Canada Day
Around 2017, also known as Canada 150, I (and many others) started to think more critically about Canada Day and what we celebrate. Over the last few years, I have been more likely to wear orange than red on Canada Day, to show solidarity for the Indigenous peoples who have experienced that 150+ years very differently.
Sunday, June 11, 2023
Goodbye, Monster
I want to write this because I think it is important to capture the big moments of life, and her loss is a big moment for me.
I have written this post a dozen times in my head over the last week. I could talk about the "why" - about diabetic ketoacidosis, missed signs, and the knowledge that leaving her at the emergency vet for days of emergency treatment, with no guarantees, would be cruel to a cat who couldn't handle two hours at the vet for our last attempt at a blood curve.
- Realizing I had left the bathroom door ajar for her
- Her not being in the window as I left the house, and again when I returned
- Remembering I have gamecation days booked later this month and won't have her for company
- Laying on the loveseat and knowing she wouldn't be jumping up to lay down right beside my face
- Seeing my office garbage can and the fact it wasn't knocked over
- Receiving a very kind gift of a pin with a cat hiding in a plant (and thinking about how she would have knocked the plant over and killed it, not hidden in it)
Saturday, June 3, 2023
Practicing Compassion
This week Alberta elected the United Conservative Party to power again. I wasn't surprised to see this result - I never truly got my hopes up for anything different - but I was still hurt. And angry. I've been thinking all week of writing about my feelings (despite my having fallen off from weekly posts), and debating what I could say.
I'm not going to talk the politics themselves. I am a queer, nonbinary person who works in public sector, has multiple health conditions, and is passionate about taking care of those who our society rejects. I have had all those conversations and explored all those topics.
Nor am I going to share a theory on why the results were what they were, what it means, or how people should change to try to have a different result in future. To be honest, that all bores me.
What I care about is: what do I do now? How do I keep going in a province that has just chosen this government? How do I protect myself and the people I care about? And how do I do so with hope and not anger or hatred?
The word I keep circling is compassion. I am choosing to actively practice compassion (and practice is a good word, because it isn't always easy) for those who voted in this government. Not out of any naïve belief I can convince them to care for my wellbeing. This compassion is not about them. It also isn't about forgiving the harm they have caused. It is about me and how I can survive.
I can understand why someone would want to live in a world where they believe that, surely, Good People* will be taken care of and treated well by The State**, so it's okay to support politicians who want to make life harder for Others*** (who, by virtue of not being taken care of, must not be Good People).
I can understand and give grace to people who have been taught that the thing between them and a Good Life**** is Others who are cutting in line or asking for too much or misbehaving. That explanation is so much easier to swallow than considering that the Good Life doesn't exist other than as a tool of State control. It makes sense that one would keep voting in politicians who will deal with those Others, in hopes that maybe they can stop the Good Life from always being just out of reach.
The world is a horror show if we let ourselves look at it. And their vote will not shield them from the harm that this Government will do. People who have leaned into the UCP will be worse off in four years just like everyone else. Some of them may start to question and change their opinions. Many of them will just be angrier, more determined that the Other is to blame, and more set on taking the world down with them.
There is no point me wasting my precious energy on hating them. I am much better off spending that energy on building community and care. I would rather turn that energy into what I want to see in the world. I want to see people taking care of each other. I want to see us embracing models of family and community that work for us. I want to see all the amazing kids I know and love turn into really cool humans who know they are loved and cared for.
Therefore, I am offering compassion. We are all going to be hurt by this world, but it does me no good to join in acting from hate.
Definitions for this post:
*Good People meaning people who look, think, and act like them.
**The State in the sense of a polity that has monopolistic authority to use violence (such as police and armies) along with many other tools to maintain control. Not in terms of the country south of us and how they have divided their regions.
***Pretty much anyone who doesn't look, think, and act like them.
****Also known as "the American/Canadian dream" - financial stability with space for endless consumption, not having to interact with anyone you don't want to, and a life without having to see any ugliness or experience conflict.