Problems and Solutions
I've recently been thrust into a position of enormous trust which was an intrinsic component to my decision in having some recent downtime on the blog.
I've been writing for years and years (and years) on the disturbing trends in increased corporatism, rampant climate change, the ongoing inequality of women and social classes, not to mention ethnic groups, the shrinking fixed incomes of private sector single retirees, the hellish marriage of church and state, oh, bloody hell yawn, I could bore for Canada on such matters. And beyond.
So where to begin. I mean the whining has to stop, the blood pressure has to be lowered. So then what?
Well, it begins where I live. I can only change me. And then it was down to a nutshell. Do I continue to piss into the wind or do I turn around and become part of the solution. Maybe a solution that is just felt in me and the small territory around me. Maybe sprinkle a little more awareness with a spice of:
"Will you look at that erosion on our seashore in front of our noses there".
"How about old Albert, is he getting extended home care, we don't want him leaving his house, he loves his bit of garden so."
"What do you think, we have that old trail winding up to the most gorgeous bird-rimmed fish-filled lake, maybe we can get together and clear off the bits of brush on the sides of it and put picnic benches by the lake and Joe over there would write the story of it. What a tourist attraction for our small outport and for us!"
I'm becoming part of the solution. It's not the years in my life, it's the life in those years.
Wish me well.