A Christmas To Give

Do you like to watch the news?

Has the chaos and atrocities got you feeling down?

Do you feel helpless?

Are you wondering what is happening to our world?

Such questioning only add stress to our already stressful lives. Yet, throughout this year I have yearned to replace helplessness with hopefulness. In these very dark days I wonder why. I think it is all beyond me, that I should give up on hope. But I cannot because a life without hope is a life not worth living.

Let’s make this a holiday season to give as we are able. To share what we can. To be grateful that we have enough so we can help others. It does not have to be financial. Perhaps instead you can smile as you stand in line; phone or reach out to a friend; speak kind words to a stranger. Let’s try to spread hope.

Also, gift yourself too. Replace the news feeds that seem to relish blaring out the bad and the ugly, the atrocities and man’s inhumanity to man and woman, with good news stories. It may be hard to find enough good news. Those are not ‘sexy’; they do not bring high ratings. Evil sells.

When you run out of good news in the media look around to find it where you are. There is enough if we just pause from the daily busyness and despairing thoughts and look. Once again as you celebrate this holiday season substitute Christmas with whatever you celebrate. We all need Peace, Hope and Love.

We wish you Peace which is the Spirit of Christmas

We wish you Hope, which is the Joy of Christmas

We wish you Love, which is the Heart of Christmas.

AND

We wish you a bad news blackout!

May you have good health, and find myriad moments of joy today and always!

Deja Vu All Over Again

At the beginning of each New Year there is that chore that is immediate and necessary. It is to transfer vital information from the past year to the coming year.

That includes birthdays, phone numbers and new information learned that must find a place in the current year. Most important are the new people met who have already become important in my life. These are the keepers that give continuity to the year that now dawns.

January 1, 2022 I wrote in my new desk calendar:

“Oh, how I wish this is a better year than 2021!”  I then went to January 1, 2021 to begin the transfers and burst out laughing when I read:

“I hope this year will be better than 2020!”

Into my head popped the Yogi-ism: “It’s like déjà vu all over again.” I thought Yogi Berra, the New York Yankee Hall of Famer certainly had the most appropriate expression for my own déjà vu as recorded in the desk calendars.

Did anyone think the world would be in an even more devastating grip of the latest variant of the Covid-19 virus, Omicron? Its vice-like hold is pushing us backwards to 2020, spreading with lightning speed and accompanied by new restrictions, depressive news, mental anguish, isolation, frustration, and fear for loved ones.

Yet there is hope. Happy New Year! is the usual greeting. The many beautiful holiday wishes have not yet faded. There is less fear though the immediate question following the cheerful greeting is: “Have you got your booster shot as yet?” Last year the question was: “Are you fully vaccinated?”

And there are moments of gratitude too. A friend was able to do her philanthropic visit to her project in Malawi in between a brief travel advisory hiatus and more travel bans. Our little family was able to be together for a time on Christmas Day as we are essential caregivers to Dad. A very special group of friends gathered to share lunch in Niagara-on-the-Lake. As even more restrictions are announced that limits indoor gatherings to five people another friend said: “Thank goodness our tiny bubble is three people and we are all triple vaccinated so we can still have tea or dinner at home with one another.”

Our family has been to Greece.  We love that country very much but we are all somewhat bemused that we are learning the Greek alphabet, in Canada, through the spreading of a virus. Somehow the naming of hurricanes with Greek names does not have the same impact. Perhaps we prefer whole names to single letters and live in hope that this virus is not the omega of our existence.

Yes, 2022 may seem like déjà vu of 2021 but it’s not entirely so. There are significant differences. We are resilient. We have vaccines and soon virus fighting pills. The arsenal grows as we learn more and more about it. We have not given up and we won’t.

The Meander: Covid-19 is not the omega of our world.  Instead it can be the alpha of our new beginnings, new visions, and the harbinger of a new normal that is being created even as we try to figure out what that will be. Let’s continue to live in Hope.

Rat Race or Humane Race

“Yes, this is certainly a wakeup call.”

Almost every conversation with friends echoes that sentiment in some form.  It is in reference to the COVID-19 pandemic that has the world in its thrall.

The novel coronavirus is pushing us to think in novel ways.  There is much more introspection as we consider the world before and try to imagine the world after this pandemic.  One consensus is that our lives, our world will be different.  We seem resigned to the fact that we will not go back to what was.  The ‘new normal’ is au courant, often  repeated as we try to accept that we will not fall back but go forward to a new reality where life as we know it will be forever changed.

World leaders, journalists, social commentators, religious leaders, and political pundits have their own take on what this pandemic means as it unfolds in ways that affect every facet of our lives.  They too see a changing and changed world.

It has taken a pandemic for us to pause and consider our relationship to nature, to others, to families to all who live on this planet.

Even as we are forced into self- isolation, quarantined, holed up in our personal spaces, COVID-19 decimates borders.  We cannot go to our playgrounds while it makes the entire world its playground.

In isolation I find the time to go inward. I muse about what I would like to see in the ‘new normal’.

First is that I would like to see the old rat race be replaced by a humane race.  The rat race had taken over our lives. The rat race is propelled by greed and envy.  In the rat race we look at costs, not value or worth.  The rat race turns vulnerable citizens into commodities to eke out profits.

The rat race propels us to find the easy way out, not seek the thrill or satisfaction of achievement.  The rat race panders to I and ME but forgets about WE and US. The rat race touts rights but ignores responsibilities.

The rat race is the master of labelling.  It belittles anyone that in its egomaniacal disillusionment it considers to be ‘the other’.

In the rat race we trample anything and anyone in our paths to satisfy our own desires while we disregard the common good.  The rat race mindset is to take, and take some more and to neglect giving and sharing.   Neither does the rat race ever think of gratitude.

The rat race is full of busyness, forever on the treadmill, racing fast and furious going nowhere as there is no finality to greed. 

The rat race is a daily grind, putting your shoulder to the wheel for instant gratification. In that pursuit we mistake the ephemeral for the permanent.  That fleeting fix does not satisfy so we are continuously on that revolving wheel.

We are so enamoured of the rat race we forget to be humane.  Too enthralled by the acquisitive insatiable avarice of the rat race we forget we belong to the human race.  The rat race is selfish; the human race is a community to which we all belong but where we have failed to fulfill our collective obligations.

This pandemic shines a bright light on the impotence of our existence.  However, it shows us ways to redeem ourselves to become a human race that can build a humane new world if we wish to do so.

The best news items are those that show how empathetic we, who live in a rat race, can become when jolted out of our complacency and busyness.  In isolation creativity is freed.  Music, art, dancing, drive-by birthday parties, silly walk zones, outpourings of kindness towards service providers, and acknowledgment of the value of that service are foremost.

We are learning to recognize what matters.  There are new categories of people who define courage, sacrifice, caring and empathy. These are examples of the humane race.

The humane race looks outward and upward.

The Meander: As human beings we are given the ability to think and reason and the incredible gift of choice.  What will the choice be for our new normal?  Will it be regression to the rat race or progression towards a humane race?