Sisters

The gift of this year?;
the gathering of the sisters,
Margie from London, Ontario
me from Blue Rocks, Nova
Scotia and Pati in California.
It was not a difficult decision for
Margie and I to leave snow laden Canada
and travel to Morro Bay, CA.

What do sisters do when they get
together, besides instantly talking
as if we are always together?
Movies....
We started our week attending
the San Luis Obispo International Film Festival.

We saw several excellent documentaries:

Bidder 70

Bidder 70, directed by Beth and George Gage,
 highlighted Tim DeChristopher,
a  college student who
"monkey-wrenched the out-going Bush
administration’s contentious oil and gas auction.

He bid $1.8 million to save 22,000 acres of Utah’s 

red rock wilderness with no intention to pay or drill. 

Now he’s paying for it with his future."  http://slofilmfest.festivalgenius.com/2013/films

Freida Mock's documentary G-Dog 

introduces us to Father Greg Boyle, a white Jesuit priest whose
belief that "nothing stops a bullet like a job" has transformed the lives

of countless gang members in East Los Angeles.  His creation of

Homeboy Industries has a "70% success rate at redirecting kids away
 from gang life" and has become an international model .

 "It provides tattoo removal, job training, counseling, yoga,
 fatherhood and substance abuse classes – all free."

If you want to watch an uplifting, thought provoking 

documentary on how one person with compassion and humour

 can make a difference, watch this film.

And from, Kinshasa, the capital of the Democratic

Republic of the Congo, a place of poverty  and chaos,

we learned how music transformed a community.

The Kinshasa Symphony documentary by

Claus Wishmann and Martin Baer is a " film is about the Congo,

 the people in Kinshasa and the power of music."

When the film ends with the Kinshasa Symphony

and Choir's performance of Beethoven's 9th,

the entire theater audience rose to their feet in a

standing ovation.

We ended the film festival by viewing the Independent

Canadian film Still,  by Canadian director Michael McGowan,

starring Geneviève Bujold and James Cromwell.

If you want to see a moving

portrayal of  love and aging performed

by two, seasoned and powerful actors,

go see this movie.  Samuel Goldwyn Films will distribute this

film under the title Still Mine in the U.S

Thank you Pati for our birthday gift passes

to this wonderful film festival.

Golf, the card version that is.

Margie, Mack and Pati

Mack, Pati's lovely son learned the card game Golf

from an ex-convict riding on a train.  

After a quick lesson from Mack, Margie, 

 known as the card shark

in the family, seemed to have great

difficulty learning the game, or so she said.

Margie wins again!

Mack quickly learned Canasta, the Prashaw go to card game
and immediately cleaned our clocks when he
teamed up with, you guessed it,  the pro Margie.
He also learned that, "when someone asks you to go out, do it!"

Mack, thank you for making my coffee every morning,
this is love!

Five dog Charades followed cards.

three of five dogs at Spa Pati's

Mack,  what exactly are you doing?

little word, a, the, eh?

Jewelry, always on a sister agenda...

Pati teaching us how to glue colourful
paper to the back of clear pendants

Frank and Pati
thank you Frank for the prolific and
 beautiful bouquets of flowers

Pati's 4 star spa will reach 5 stars when

Frank brings up his garage sale find

of a massage table, complete with the

inner masseuse!  

Daily walks on the doggie beach in Morro Bay

replenished our vitamin D.

It doesn't get any better!

Hot tub evenings.  No photos of the bathing beauties.

Thankfully the paparazzi weren't zooming into

Pati's backyard.

 Finally it was time
to say goodbye.  We
drove Margie down to
Santa Barbara where
she hooked up with Jerry,
her husband who probably
wondered if she was ever
going to leave the Sistahs.

And so, sisters,
I am grateful
to be in the middle of
two lovely, funny, kind, energetic
compassionate, interesting, creative
fabulous women.  

The Three Sisters!

grateful for this journey

Next year, March, California and my beautiful sisters.....

When life hands you lemons, learn to juggle.

I'm on my way to California to a sisters
reunion. The three of us haven't been
together since, gee, we all lived at home
in North Bay.

Now, crossing one of the largest
boarders between two friendly
countries shouldn't be that
difficult, right? People do it all the
time, even illegally, however
if you are me, the passage is
never easy.  In fact, it was so
stressful my sister Pati resorted
to talking to our dead mom who is
hopefully in heaven. She posted
on facebook;

Gertie , we need you to pull some strings !!
Your daughters are trying to have a sister
reunion and one of them has been detained at the border!!
Does Jude look like a terrorist these days?? 

Everytime she crosses she gets pulled in????
Return from Paris? Maam go stand in THAT LINE.
Joining us in LONDON??? passport expired !!!, 

JUDE IS THIS 3 strikes??
You better become American soon, 

maybe then they will let you in!! lol
Get on it on it Gertie. I need her!!!

When the US custom official flipped open
my passport at the the Toronto Pearson
airport and said, "you've been out
of the country a lot," my brain dropped into
my heart which then dropped into my stomach.

This isn't good.

The official dropped my passport into a plastic
bag attached to a big, yellow card. Oh no,
not the yellow card.

"Just walk through those double doors." Oh no,
not the double doors, I've been through the double
doors before, the land of despair is beyond these doors.


5:20 I walked through those doors.
6:30 my flight to LA left without me.
8:00, the last flight to LA left.

Breathe. Meditate. Breathe some more.

Finally, I heard Judith Prashaw?
I talked to the custom official for all of
five minutes. "It's quite obvious that you
are a permanent resident of the Unite States.
I wanted to tell him HELLO, I KNOW THIS
but I decided a good ole Canadian smile was in order.

I managed to find one of the few remaining
hotel rooms in the city, just after I re-booked
my flight.

The following morning, after waiting an hour
to see if I could get on an overbooked flight,
the attendant called my name, handed me
my boarding pass and said "have a nice flight,
I think you'll enjoy your seat."

First class to California was a nice surprise.

Definition of Sisters:
pick up your stressed middle sister
at the San Luis Obispo airport,
take her for a chai tea and then for a
Chinese foot massage.



When life hands you lemons, learn to juggle.

Farewell Nova Scotia

What do you do with your hope
when those you love,
your husband,
 brother,
 father,
 son
 cousin,
your friend
are lost at sea?

Miss Alley
lost at sea off the southeast coast of Nova Scotia

What do you do with your grief
when all efforts to find them,
to bring them  back home,
have been called off.


What do you do with your anger
your complete loss of control?

Where do you look for answers?


The loss of these five young fishermen here in Nova Scotia,
 is not new  to those whose livelihood is from the sea.
 "The top spot on the list -of most dangerous professions-
 goes to fishermen and fisherwomen, 
who lost their lives at a rate of 116 per 100,000 full-time workers."

Arthur Lismar  (Group of Seven)
Nova Scotia Fishing Village 1930

Perhaps all you can do

when the loss is fresh,

the wound ragged and seeping,

is to honour those you have loved and lost,

to "heave a sigh and a wish" for them.

     I have three brothers and they are at rest
     Their arms are folded on their breast
     But a poor simple sailor just like me
     Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea.
     Farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast
     Let your mountains dark and dreary be
     For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed
     Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?

                   Farewell to Nova Scotia

Fishermen's Memorial
Lunenburg, NS

     They are sea people, the pride of the land,
     Strong of the spirit and rough of the hand;
     Sea people the waters command,
     From their rocky old steeds of the strand.

                    Allister MacGillivray

Dedicated to

Billy Hatfield, Cole Nickerson, 

Joel Hopkins,, Tyson Townsend.

Skipper Katlin Nickerson

Distraction or Invitation?

So I'm sitting at my wee desk,
laptop before me, writing,
which is what a try to do every morning.
I am writing a book called
I Tried To Contain Myself But I Escaped....
To France!;  a reflection on my time
spent with Alec in France last year.

This book could also be called,
Same Word With A Different Accent,
a phrase which Alec coined while
learning the nuances of the French language.

My desk, in the small living room
of our cape cod rental faces
the Atlantic ocean,
a  sea that was wild and surging
with the recent storm, and before that,
ice reigned in the harbour.

Wharf Damage in Blue Rocks Breakwater

Returning home after hauling the traps

sure hope there's 'bsters on those boats

Like all teachers I know, 

the lobster folk keenly watch the forecast.  

Unlike teachers, who wish for snow days 

(you'd be wishing too if you were in the classroom), 

these hardy souls hope the weather favours

either setting or hauling their traps.

This day, on their return home, 

a smaller, blue lobster boat 

got stuck in the ice.

$4 a pound

Seagulls swarming for their snack

hopscotch on ice

    Ice damage and tide surges

weren't the only visitors

Mother Nature blew into

Blue Rocks.

Heh Jude, come out to play!

  

The wind blew in

two pheasants but I only saw

one walking around our

yard this morning.     

There's gotta be food
somewhere around here.

I wonder what Erik is up too.

Now where did she go?

She never stays in one place for very long!

As I said, I was supposed to be

writing my book

but this little guy invited 

me to come outside to play.

It's all a matter of perspective

don't you think,

distraction or invitation?

Another Day Done

You Shouldn't Dress Like That

My friend Rachel keeps
me informed of all things
happening in France.
She just emailed me
the front page, breaking
news headline from France.

Les Parisiennes ont (enfin) légalement 

le droit de porter des pantalons.

Parisiennes, women that is,
finally have the right

to wear pants.

France has  entered the 21st century.

Since an 1799 ordinance it has been
interdit aux femmes de porter des pantalons
---illegal for women to wear pants.

Marie-Rose Astié de Valsayre, 

one of the first feminists of the 19 century

who pursued medical and pharmaceutical

studies, rallied against this law.  Marie-Rose

also fenced and lets face it,

a sword and skirt are dangerous allies.

Perhaps France should write a law

prohibiting speedos-- for men, in public pools. 

Unfortunately, the French have done the reverse.  

It is illegal for men to wear any swimwear 

but a speedo in public pools.

None of those knee length swim trunks that North

American males prefer, these are seen as unhygienic

in France.

While France is finally addressing

this ridiculous and prejudicial pant limiting law,

many women in many countries

are rising up against their subjugation.

In India, as anthropologist Martine van Woerkens

writes in her book We are not flowers!  We are sparks of fire."

Indian feminists  have raged for two centuries
 against selection of births, arranged

marriages, working girls, dowry killings and
the tragic plight of widows who have no voice. 

In  Egypt, Rebecca Chiao was standing
on a busy street in Cairo when a man unzipped
his pants and exposed himself to
her while touching himself.  He walked toward
her, touching himself the whole time.
The crowd either ignored Rebecca or
looked at her with disgust, like it was she

Rebecca Chiao

who invited this man's harassment.  Even
her male friends told her she should dress
differently, stand differently, should not
be on the street and that the harasser was
powerless to resist.

Rebecca co-founded  Harass Map Egypt.
She uses social media to support her effort
to address harassment.   500 volunteers
go into their own communities to address
harassment, to create safe zones for
the victims.  For Rebecca and her team
of volunteers it is no longer okay to
accept harassment as the norm.    

And in Haiti, nearly three years
after the earthquake of 2010,
displaced women with their children
continue to fear the rape and sexual violence
thrust upon them in their tent cities.

Before 2005, rapes in Haiti were treated as

nothing more than crimes of passion.

Myriam Merlet, Magalie Marcelin and Anne Marie Coriolan, 

founders of three of Haiti's most important advocacy organizations 

working on behalf of women and girls changed this view.

All three Haitian women died in the earthquake of 2010.

Whether it is a law that gives 

women the right to wear pants

or a movement rising up and against all 

forms of oppression, I wonder

might it be possible that... for once the world might see in the 

average Haitian, not the face of an ‘other’ 

that must be feared, but a human being within which the spirit moves, 

whether by the hand of a Christian, or African god,

 a spirit deserving of daily, holy bread?"  Myriam Chancy

Might it be possible that the world might see 

in women, not the face of a property to be owned

but a temple to be honoured.

“Where love is, there is transformation. 

Without love, revolution has no meaning, 

for then revolution is merely destruction, decay, 

a greater and greater ever-mounting misery. 

Where there is love, there is revolution, 

because love is transformation from moment to moment.” 

 Krishnamurti, The First & Last Freedoms