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Just Act (1st draft)

Thursday, November 22nd, 2012

Dale Schaffrick and
Pembina Hills I don’t mean to
make you scapegoats but are you sorry that
you said
it or sorry that we heard it?   Are you sorry that
in 2012 those who are different
exist, or show they
exist (whether or not you think those do or should)?  Or that you misspoke about
how you feel about it all despite maybe not thinking of it much.

Are you both sorry and aware
or neither (or one) that
those different exist or
that families process and struggle
and people process and struggle
and solve and share and hope and try and wonder together
and that you’re right to the extent that none of this is easy but
maybe it can be easier
than you made

Whether you like it or know it or get it.

In Edmonton and Barrhead and Calgary and Carseland,
whether acting different
or acting same we are
as diverse as

we allow ourselves and
each other to

Or not.


Tuesday, November 20th, 2012
  • I didn’t know I was starving for the Hirschhorn until I got there.  I was.  …and it filled me up with surprising, subversive, creative installations.  The Museum and Sculpture Garden is really a collection of contemporary art pieces and once there, I felt filled up by it. I was surprised at how much I recognized.  Some by name. Some from TED Talks.  Some from visits to Montreal’s Museum of Contemporary Art or from NYC’s visits to the Guggenheim and MoMA.  At the door was a Calder stabile, cow?  It was unmistakeable as a comparison to the much grander stabile (my favourite), L’homme in Montreal.  Barbara Kruger downstairs, wow.  Ai Weiwei, wow.  Then get to the back before the outdoor skating rink and I recognize similar or exact works from Paris.  Ottawa.  …and a building in Red Deer.
  • Whoa man, Washington DC was cool (you’re getting that I was there this weekend, right?).  Dupont Circle and its Whole Foods and Lululemon brought me to Vancouver.  Bixi bikes called Capitol Bikeshare (and the Metro System in it’s mid sixties early seventies fonts) brought me to Montreal.  The buildings are so grand and detailed, I was reminded (over and over again actually) of Paris.  The embassies and greys making me think of Berlin (our own, of course bringing me to Ottawa).  We discovered restaurants and had some discovered for us.  We wandered.  We enjoyed.  We biked and photographed and appreciated.  Like all others this trip was filled to the brim.  Flying home was flying home exhausted.  I got my government geek on as I toured the Capitol Building and the Library of Congress.  We saw our monuments and the White House and kept our eyes out for some political celebrities.  I am so addicted to flights.
  • I registered!  …PSYC 2101 Introduction to Social Statistics.  As of today I’m a[n undergraduate upgrading] student.  Why PSYC because it’s a precursor to any psychology or [M.]S.W. pursuits.   I’m also more than a couple but less than several courses away from a step-up on the pay grid for university.  I’m excited (and a bit nervous).  Thirty weeks to complete this adventure and a few days to find a calculator before my books arrive.


Wednesday, November 14th, 2012

Oh, what a day.

30 Days now behind me.  I dutifully showed up on my mat at the studio for 30 straight days in a row.  No blips, no misses, no no-shows or lates or instead-ofs; just me and some yoga at the ‘Tree.  Some mornings.  Some evenings.  Some restorative classes to balance out the intensity of the hot ones.  One day, two classes.  One day, a best ever.  Some days, some rough ones.

Did I go today?

I didn’t, but was tempted, and checked to see if a class might work. Sure, it could have, but I had some extra work to do both at school and at home to prepare for an upcoming adventure.  More on that to follow.

This 30 Days my time on the mat was my time in the eye of a pretty hectic tornado, that tornado being Fall.  Sure, sometimes getting to practice and back added to the hecticness… but the calm of there trumps the messiness of getting there, it seems.  Tornadoing duties and comings and goings:  coaching, conferences, get-togethers, get-aways, reporting, planning, meeting, recovering.  Then mat.  Then practice, sometimes smooth sometimes interesting.  Then new frame of mind.  Repeat.

I have to admit, as much as I try not to let myself drift too far into thought and story during yoga, a few things kept coming back: Europe this past summer, Wanderlust in Whistler, half-Marathoning, [more] university, …and Cairns, Australia for some reason.

This 30 Days done.

A (revised) Brave 100 ahead.

An adventure tomorrow.