Tuesday, February 5, 2013

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.
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
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.
The U.N. Refugee Agency has provided safe houses and counseling for hundreds of sexual assault victims in Haiti.

Before 2005, rapes in Haiti were treated as
nothing more than crimes of passion.
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 Haitiannot 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


Monday, January 28, 2013

Growlers and Drums, Oh my!

Growlers, you may assume
are mean spirited people who
growl their way through a conversation
or perhaps dogs who growl
when unsavory characters approach them.

For Jeff, growlers are a wee bit of heaven
in a 2 litre glass vessel.



On a recent Sunday afternoon inland
exploration here in Nova Scotia,
we discovered Paddy's Pub and Brewery.
Beats Tim Horton's any day.




Jeff just happened to have an empty growler
in the back of our Subaru.  Our lovely server
informed Jeff that he pays inside the restaurant
for his growler but has to go outside, down the alley,
ring the bell and wait.  Seriously.

So out Jeff went, receipt in hand.

Down the painted hallway following the Piper.
Another shady figure leads Jeff outdoors to a back alley.

Find The Take-Out door.

Ring the bell.

And Lo and Behold, the door she opens
and out pops a growler.  


Service with a smile.

This pub is about an hour away,
but seeing as I just started Bodhran
(Irish drum) lessons I may have to
check it out on one of their Tuesday night
jam sessions.
     

After all, St. Paddy's Day is just
around the corner.



















Thursday, January 17, 2013

The Dandelion Model

Driving home from the Farmer's Market in Lunenburg,
 through the melting snow of yesterday's fall
I was listening to CBC and
learned about the Danish social entrepreneur,
Thorkil Sonne's, Dandelion Model.

My ears perked up.  Let's just
say that my lawn in Virginia,
which grows incrementally
smaller each year as edibles
replace the grass, is home
to dandelions.  Unfortunately for my neighbours,
 I do not herbicide or even weed
nature's gift of this healing plant.


Researchers hope to test dandelion tea on patients at a Windsor, Ont., cancer clinic after it was found the roots killed cancer cells in the lab.



 Dent-de-lion, Lions Tooth
as the French called it;
weed or natures' pharmaceutical giant?
While some in the New World
 wage war on the dandelion 
France, Germany and China
cultivate the herb.
It is considered by many to be nature's champion tonic 
to stimulate the immune system,
 cleanse the blood of toxins 
and rejuvenate the whole body.

I guess it is all a matter of perspective
or which side of the fence you're sitting on.
For Thorkil Sonne, he's on the side of
the dandelion people, those who suffer
from  Autism Spectrum Disorder.  

He chooses the dandelion as a metaphor;
"Most of us don’t want it in our gardens – it doesn't  fit in."
Or does it?  Sonne founded Specialisterne or The Specialists,
a foundation that connects autistic adult consultants with
business enterprises.  With their incredible attention to detail
and their phenomenal memory and their ability to follow 
routine day after day, Sonne believes that
given the right environment, an autistic adult
could not just hold down a job but also be the best person for it.


Sonne took a tragedy, the diagnos of his three year old
son with Infantile Autism and turned it into
a foundation that is employing the previously
thought of as unemployable.

With the Dandelion Model,
he invites us to  decide,
in numerous areas of our lives,

weed or seed?



Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Snow Dog!


Well, when Captain James Foxe 
wrote in his journal of 1631, 
This evening Sun Dog, I hope may bring 
some change to our good, he must have
known that Sun Dogs may be messengers of
a weather change.

Along the coast here we rarely see snow,
where only 10 minutes away in town
it seems to settle and stay for a bit.
 Today, after our Sun Dogs of
yesterday afternoon, snow, soft, white,
and lovely slipped from the clouds
and blanketed Blue Rocks.

Let's go explore Jude.
Piper, if you go out the back door and
come back in by the front door,
visitors are sure to come....
so says Gert Beaton Prashaw
Looks like snow.
Smells like snow.
Gee whiz, I think it is snow!
Move over Sun Dogs, Piper the Snow Dog is here!

Better take a photo before this melts!







Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I Ain't Nothin' But A Sun Dog!



This is a dog and the sun,
perhaps a dog worshiping the sun,
but this is not a Sun Dog.

Erik, our neighbour and friend,
knocked on the door this afternoon
and motioned me outside.

"Ever see a sun dog?"  he asked.

"Nope," I answered.

Erik raised his hand to shield his eyes
and pointed to the central sun and then
two, almost mirror like suns on either
side.
google image

Our sun dogs were setting over
the Atlantic while cirrus clouds
swirled about.

Perusing the Atmospheric Sciences Department
 on the Lyndon  State College of Vermont website
I discovered these "cliff" notes;
Sun Dogs  (greek Parhelion, "with the sun")
created at white light is refracted through ice crystals in the form of hexagonal plates.
this is similar to the dispersion of white light as it passes through a prism.
see pg. 101, figure 4.22 for an example of what a sun dog looks like.


  
 But who dubbed these lovely spots Sun Dogs?
According to the Oxford English Dictionary,
back in 1631 Captain Luke Foxe, in search of
the Northwest Passage through the ice of the
Canadian North wrote in his journal,
This evening Sun Dog, I hope may bring some change
to our good.  

Dogs seem to populate the celestial realms.
Sirius, the Dog Star, the brightest star in our night
sky is also the brightest star in the constellation
Canis Major.  Then there is Canis Minor....the
pup perhaps or the little dog.


I do love dogs and these two are no exception.

Speaking of Gregorian chant (!)
what does some of my favourite music
 have to do with Sun Dogs?
Click, listen, enjoy.


Oh, by the way,
when in doubt,
learn something new.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Let's Dance Together


One In Three Women On The Planet Will Be Raped Or Beaten In Her Lifetime.

One Billion Women Violated Is An Atrocity.

One Billion Women Dancing Is A Revolution.
http://onebillionrising.org

Rise up, stand, dance.
Join the revolution.
You, me and 1 billion more.



ONE BILLION RISING IS:A global strike
An invitation to dance
A call to men and women to refuse to participate 

in the status quo until rape and rape culture ends
An act of solidarity, demonstrating to women the commonality 
of their struggles and their power in numbers
A refusal to accept violence against women and girls as a given
A new time and a new way of being

http://www.onebillionrising.org/pages/about-one-billion-rising

I rise for Jyoti Singh Pandey, 24,
 medical student, India












I rise for Dawn and Gladys and the aboriginal women of Canada.

I rise for Dawn Lafferty Hochsprung,
her students and teachers.
USA
I rise for Malala Yousafzai, 14
Pakistan
I rise for the many men and women
who cannot rise and dance.
Today I became part of the revolution of 
women and men who will WALK OUT, DANCE, RISE UP,
 and DEMAND an end to violence 
against women and girls on 2.14.13.

Won't you dance with me?
February 14, 2013.

Will you join me?
Sign up here:
 http://www.onebillionrising.org/pages/about-one-billion-rising


I am rising because when women rise, 
a whole and healing Earth rises with us.

Terry Tempest Williams





Friday, January 4, 2013

Happy New Year















Happy New Year to all!
We finally returned to blistery Blue Rocks, NS
after a wonderful visit in Ottawa with
my brother Rick.  We had to pry Alec 
of Rick's couch, fearful that the remote 
was permanently glued to his hand.
"What's not to like about being at Uncle Rick's?  
Tim Bits and Twinkies, it doesn't get much better!"

Google maps tell us that the drive is 14 hours
and 45 minutes.  This must be in the summer
with sunshine and bare roads.
From: Blue Rocks, NS To: Ottawa, ON

17 hours later, trying to beat 
one of many winter storms hitting
New Brunswick-Montreal-Ottawa,
we arrived in Ottawa just in time
to welcome  our Christmas gift....snow.
Jude with Piper and Murphy in Ottawa
Heaven is the woods, snow and no leash,
oh and especially a friend.



Rick's only concern was not,
 how was the drive or
you must be exhausted
or were the roads dangerous
or wow you drove all this way
just to see me.  No, his anguish
was "WHAT, YOU DIDN'T BRING LOBSTER?"

No Rick, Alec was already whining about
sharing the back seat with "Piper You Stink."
He did not want to share his limited
space with live lobsters.

Alas, instead of walking down to the wharf
here in Blue Rocks to pick up our $5 a lb bsters, 
we splurged and bought Rick
his live Christmas gift in Ottawa.  
They probably came from Nova Scotia!   

Jeff, Rick and The Lobsters
Rick took us on our tour of his office
and showed us where he usually
eats his lunch.  Nice view of parliament.


Christmas was snow,  and The Hobbit,
and making a fort and playing Crokinole 
and cousin Bekkah and Murphy and
a wonderful brother.



Christmas morning cinnamon buns.
"Can we have a reading breakfast?" asks Alec.
Murphy helping Bekkah open presents.

Crokinole, the new game for 2013

How long can tea and scones take?

Contraband Twinkies
(Alec says you can't buy these in the States)
Our neighbour here emailed  a welcome home
with this photo of our house saying, 
"We got snow!"  The dusting of snow was
gone by the next day.


Thank you Rick for a great visit.
We and the lobsters await
 you in Blue Rocks in April.