Archive for December, 2012
Romance is in the Air 3012aa
Breath and Love
Swiftly I turned into the light and blinded by it, I reached out to lean on the rock, but my hand
slipped. An electric tingle began in my finger tips and dipped to my toes as I reached out for
something to break my fall. He caught me, then held me close, until I caught my breath and balance.
Shivers and goosebumps covered me from head to toe. I breathed in deeply for oxygen and found the
scent of him: rich deep forest odours, with a hint of musk.
He chuckled slightly as he lifted one of my ringlets, raised it to his face, felt its smoothness and
gave a little tug as he curled it tighter.
Oh sweet love.
Heart and Home
My heart was beating fast as I felt my face fill with warmth and my smile created dimples in my
cheeks. Heat spread throughout my body as I stared without blinking into his deep green eyes. The same
colour of the deepest part of Emerald Lake in the Yukon.
“You came”, I said.
“Yes I did, I told you I would come as soon as I could, 2 years and more hours than I thought it would
be.” said Mark.
I touched Mark’s face; his cheeks, his forehead, his deep black long hair, and his chin. I felt as if
I was seeing him for the first time, it had been so long, and yet he was so familiar.
“Welcome to our home”, I said.
Yukon Mountains meets Hudson Bay
My hazel eyes looked away from his and gently touched on the fields of hay, the horses, and the homes
built within the valley of one of Lake Agassiz’s beautiful river tributaries, called the Assiniboine
river valley. I knew he would love these people and surroundings soon after arriving and exploring the
world of her Forefathers and Grandmothers. People surrounded them with broad smiles of joy. I
introduced him to everyone in this small settlement; old and young alike were eager to meet this man
because he had saved Marion’s life high in the Yukon Mountains. (Marion is a strong name gifted to her
ancestors throughout the past 1,000 years, in these moments as well as in the future. It was the first
Marion whose green thumbs saved 100’s of plant seeds for the future.)
Celebration, Travelers and Gatherers
It was decided that there would be a feast that night in celebration. Word was sent to all on the
Hudson Bay and the travelers returned saying they needed to wait 4 days as many wanted to come to join
in the celebration. They would wait. It would be a 4 day potlatch.
As the days of celebration came close teepees covered the river valley. Gatherers selected plants from
the green houses that were ready to be eaten. The Old Ones went into the wild by horse back and
returned with what was needed for a joining of two strong people. Flying by their sides came the
eagles and from their pack horses came the smell of dried salmon and buffalo.
Outfits, Horses, River and Cliff Homes
During this time Marion completed the outfit she had made for her mate from her memory of his height
and size. It was the work of 2 years plus many hours. The Grandmothers had made her outfit, which she
had yet to see for herself, but she knew it would be beautiful. I trust and respect the Grandmothers
as they have been my teachers for too many years to recall, plus their love for me is pure and
strong. During the days Mark and Marion had ridden horses throughout the river bottom and high up into
the cliffs where her people could live if they needed to. Each home along the river and cliffs held
protected seeds,dried goods, clothing and all they needed in bags of skin that could be linked
together and lifted by pulleys between the river and cliff homes. Up in two of the cliff dwellings was
a source of pure water from deep within the earth.
Green Houses, Seeds, and Caves
Green houses filled with plants and seeds were within the same caves. Many farmers in Canada and all
over the world had been warned that some of the worlds seed banks had disappeared in floods, while
some seeds were taken by people whom, without reason, refused to share. Their misbegotten idea was
that only they could properly dispense the seeds.
Scandinavia continuously improves the green house designs to operate on limited light while growing
nutrient rich vegetables, fruits, Native Plants and trees. It was a mixture of old traditions and new
found ways of saving seeds and sharing everything. Our Green houses were within the cliff with holes
drilled upward through rock and soil so that they would receive ample sky light for growth. We grow
pumpkins, gourds, peas, carrots, corn, potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, spinach, lettuce, beets, swiss
chard, and beans. We are delighted that we can grow many fruits including apples of 8 varietes,
peaches, pears, tomatoes, grapes, currents, cherries, blueberries, saskatoon berries, sugar cane,
strawberries, boysenberries, and raspberries. It takes dedication, hard work and joy in growing plants
as well as speaking to our plants as they had done many years ago in northern Scotland. The sky light
covers were closed when needed by people whose tending of plants included the natural ones that
grew on the prairie above the cliffs. In the evening they would pull the covers, over the holes for
sunshine, then anchoring them with stones in a ring around the outer edge of the openings.
As a courier I was fortunate to be able to meet people with brave new ideas that they were actively
trying out. Long ago I had toured a huge half dome made of sunshine passable material within which
grew all of the native plants, trees, marshes, wild mushrooms, ferns and wild plants of western
Canada. Our community just decided to create a smaller dome which would encourage the growth of Native
This is a community of peacemakers. After 4 days all was ready. Mark had been taken hunting by the
women while Marion was taken to the gathering places of precious plants needed for the coming
ceremonies. Her Grandfathers, Uncles and nephews honoured her for her kindness and caring. That night
they all came home tired, smiling and ready for the coming dawn. All was good, the people were
laughing again. Silence came to the people as the sweetness of fresh chosen plants and the pungent
aroma of cooking meats wafted on the night air. Only a few men remained awake keeping the fire going
in the ceremonial ways of old while others gathered at the late night fires where huge pieces of meat
were slowly cooking either on a spit or covered in large leaves and buried deep into the coals of
maple wood fires. Stories of past feasts were shared in whispers round the fires, the Elders spoke
softly passing their knowledge onto the young ones who helped without question and in silence.
All was well.
Everyone slept as a meteor spun in another galaxy….
My original idea was to create dialogue regarding interesting books. The question I missed answering:
Is anyone else reading this book? The Coming Jobs War
I have bogged down in it myself because it feels kind of hopeless. I guess I find the use of the word
war difficult to relate to jobs. The word Wars belong to World War 1, and World War 2 in my mind, whereas jobs
are something that people train for and hopefully win several times in their careers. In the
contexts of training and winning there is a similarity with war because both require training and
I just have more questions. Some of today’s jobs are in wars and the people in them are
soldiers, politicians, children, parents, aunts and uncles to name a few. My biggest dream is to stop
all wars worldwide. To live together in love, harmony and peace. Are wars necessary for peace?
How do we come up with these words? Jobs and War.
Are jobs as our baby boomers knew them, disappearing?
What kind of jobs should I search for? What about new graduates? Is their hope for jobs, homes and
Most books say ‘be passionate and love what you do’. I agree with that. If only I could find a job
that my injured, exhausted brain could handle I would be delighted. Alas I am one of the many
disabled. Quick thinking, high energy, multi-tasker, are labels often written into advertisements for
jobs. I am lucky if I can get out of bed two days in a row. I need hope and answers so . . .
On November 5, 2012 I attended a Fibromyalgia Support meeting wherein a lawyer was the speaker and
there were about 60 listeners. It was informative, exhausting, and showed how many people need help.
Apparently if you and your family and grandparents, and great grandparents are “credible” then you have
a chance of “winning” your case in mediation. What is credible? This is the question I forgot to ask.
The Coming Jobs War speaks mainly on behalf of the USA. I was part of Canada’s ‘job wars’ for
people with disabilities. It made me sad to hear how insurance companies are taking chunks of people’s
money along with bundles of cash from companies to refuse to pay out insurance funds to injured
people. Why do we give insurance companies money?
Job Wars outcomes could become safety nets if jobs, unions, businesses and staff, all of the people,
helped each other when needed without controversy. Could we all get along better if we cared for each
One insurance company actually took video through the kitchen window; of an ill worker sewing a
Halloween top for her 14 year old daughter. The daughter took off her top to try on the costume and
was filmed in her underwear. Is that what job insurance wars are about? The mother crashed, became very
ill and had to spend days in hospital, due to the ongoing surveillance and actions of the insurance
company. She sued for invasion of privacy. Guess what. She lost.
What happened to face to face conversations?
As human beings we need to discover what we need to do to protect ourselves from spies. Some say
the world has become meaner. One young lady told me that she is sad because when she was younger,
before any iphones etc existed, people would converse on the bus. Today everyone is busy texting or
talking on their cell phones. Where did the smiles go?
Long ago I worked in a communications office where the desks were set up against the back wall of our
tiny cubbies with our computers on those desks facing us. We all had our backs to the opening of our
wee cubbies. People texted each other rather than speak to each other. I turned my desk around
so I faced the opening and smiled at everyone. It helped me better serve the needs of people who came
to us for communications assistance. They smiled back.
Please join me in figuring out how to improve our lives so we can be passionate about what we do.
Together we need to change the way our world works. We need to believe in ourselves. We need to look
at our jobs and get help if they are primarily designed to find ways to label people inappropriately.
I think it is time for people to change our world for harmony, love and peace. Remember to smile.