Blog # 158...October, 2024

"There' is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in."   How often poets manage to capture a feeling and lead us into our deepest thoughts. These days there seem to be cracks appearing  everywhere. I keep waiting for the light to come through and am so grateful for the occasional glimmer.

One day last April, I had a wonderful surprise when I happened to walk by the British Columbia legislature building in Victoria.  People of the Haiaa nation were in full regalia celebrating the third reading of the bill giving them title to the land they had occupied lovingly for centuries. Indigenous languages have no word for landscape, the distance from nature that it implies has no meaning when they live within it. They have much to teach us as we struggle on many fronts with our environment.

We've all become used to land acknowledgements at every public event, evidence of a response to the Truth and Reconciliation Commission recommendations issued almost a decade ago. Confrontations over land rights continue to occur in most parts of the country, a strange counterpoint to the public statements being made. The Haida agreement heralds a shift to an era of collaboration rather than confrontation; discussions around a table rather than battles in court.

As I'm getting ready to post this, it's the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. As well as sitting through the land acknowledgements, many of us have wondered what else we can do, how to match words with deeds. First we need to have an understanding of where we are and how we got here. There is a wealth of material to introduce contemporary indigenous culture. CBC has documentaries, music programs and Indigenous people reading news and hosting shows. Among my favourite reads are Michelle Goode's  Five Little Indians and Who Are We by Murray Sinclair. I always love anything by Richard Wagamese or Drew Hayden Taylor and I'm looking forward to The Knowing by Tanya Talaga, both a book and a four part series on CBC Gem. 

For an unbiased exploration of the history from before the arrival of Jacques Cartier in 1534 to the present, your best bet is the University of Alberta's free online course in Indigenous History which I've taken once and intend to repeat:                               https://www.ualberta.ca/en/native-studies/programs/continuing-education/index.html                                                                                            There's one whole session near the end on art and artists that is brilliant. It's a major miracle that so many  cultural forms and practices have survived our concerted efforts to extinguish them.

Knowing how the past shapes the future and becoming familiar with the rich linguistic and cultural history of Indigenous Canada is the key to reconciliation. We all have much to gain from walking alongside each other, watching for the light to appear through the cracks.

So, it'll be November when next we meet, time flies while life unfolds. 

 Blog # 157...September, 2024

September is always a nostalgic time for me - the departure of summer and, my birthday starts another year in a long and full  life. When we think back on this summer Jasper has joined Lytton and  Fort McMurray in reminding me of the names of  battles, evoking human loss, devastation and also courage. Richard Ireland, mayor of Jasper who spoke with tears in his voice of supporting his fellow citizens as he viewed his own home utterly destroyed emerges as a hero.  I suspect there are many others.

Memories help us to make sense of the present and plan for the future, sometimes appearing unexpectedly.  Two books I've read recently, written by two people I know, have brought different eras into focus for me. 

David Goldbloom, a Toronto psychiatrist, was a colleague in the 80's and 90's at Toronto General Hospital. He' s followed How Can I Help? with We Can do Better. In the first book,  he traces a week in the life of a psychiatrist; in the second he explores innovations currently improving mental health access and care. Using a patient history to provide context for eight different mental illnesses, he outlines  an initiative already in place somewhere (almost always here in Canada) that is successfully tackling the problems. We see what is being dome as a plea for more.

As well as bringing me up to date after many years of being outside the field, We Can Do Better filled me with memories of the days I worked as an occupational   therapist on the inpatient unit at TGH.  I'm struck by the substantial changes in mental health delivery that began in  the mid eighties. Cognitive therapy is now universally accepted as an effective treatment. Cultural practices are recognized as integral to mental health rather than just exotic curiousities. And, there's a sense of collaboration between patient peer support groups and professionals, mostly replacing the hostility of the anti psychiatry movement..  We Can Do Better has lots about developments in genetic testing, helpful prompting apps, cognitive remediation, televideo assessment and treatment and online and telephone appointments. It's a very easy read if your interest is in mental health, and whose isn't?

 I met Sarah Cox for the first time in over 30 years at a launch for her first book in 2016. Breaking the Peace: The Site C Dam and a Valley's Stand Against Big Hydro tells how a small group of indigenous people and farmers fought against the mosi expensive hydro dam project in Canadian history. The eldest daughter of my longtime friend and neighbour Lynn Spink, Sarah is an environmental journalist in Victoria, writing for The Narwhal. Last year, she produced her second book Signs of Life: field notes from the Frontline of Extinction.

I was captivated in the first pages of Signs of Life when Sarah introduced me to the spotted owl, sadly gone now along with many of the old growth forests.  A number of other species of animals, as well as insects and plants, are vanishing yearly, others barely managing "to hang on by fin, hoof or claw". Sarah's lyrical prose makes this a wonderful, if distressing read. One recent winter morning I spotted a snowy owl perched on the eaves of the house across the laneway from mine. Although it was a thrill for me, it was also alarming to see it, probably chased there by development in its home territory .

David and Sarah don't know it but are one degree of separation away from each other. Another couple met for the first time on Variety Studios' Actors on Actors series. Ten years ago Pete Davidson, at 20, was one of the youngest ever cast members on Saturday Night Live. He told the story of losing his firefighter dad on 911 in The King  of Staten Island.  Glenn Close,77 now, delighted him and many other kids as Cruella in 101 Dalmations while horrifying the rest of us in Fatal Attraction. Their conversation (on YouTube) was warm, funny and unusual.

 In his conclusion, David Goldbloom says "Things that have caught my attention, aroused my curiousity have given me hope."  Thinking about and composing this blog every month does the same for me; We all do better with the energy of hope than the paralysis of despair. Thanks for tuning in, back in October. 

Oh wait, the dazzling opening ceremonies of the paralympics just began. Elite athletes, competing with impairments, stand out parallel to the games that just finished...equally compelling and also full of heroes!  I'm particularly moved by the appearance in the parade of countries with one athlete, attending for the first time. It speaks to immense efforts to make social and attitudinal change. That's all folks!

 Blog # 156...August 2024

As I begin to write this, the opening ceremonies of the Paris Olympics are due to begin in about an hour and they will be spectacular… despite spoilers blocking three of the rail lines leading into the City. I'm certain Parisians will turn out to fill the stands and cheer the event. 

In the original spirit of the games, which included art forms as well as sport, Canadian double Olympian (hurdles and bobsledding) Phylicia George will read her spoken word poem The Gold Within.  Arts bring an added dimension to the games and it's particularly delicious to have one of our own athletes exploring "the gold within all of us" in her poem. 

Women are much on my mind lately for various reasons, specific ones like Alice, Kamala, Celine and Summer, as well as the many who suffer and sometimes die in the epidemic of intimate partner violence. It doesn't really fit my topic but needs to be brought forward, even in a piece devoted to art.

It's now later on Friday and the Olympics are officially open, with a. huge welcoming throng. Boats large and small filled the Seine. In a spirit of friendly rivalry, Canadian athletes shared a river cruiser with Cameroon, Chile, the Central African Republic and China. The artistic production moved from Victor Hugo to Lady Gaga and back again, honouring some of the women of the Revolution on the way. The best shot of all for me though was catching Emmanuel Macron's look of astonishment during Lady G's number. 

Back for now to my thoughts of women:                                               Thousands of words have been written about Alice Munro over the past weeks and it seems to me that Katherine Ashenburg sums it up "We look to art to reflect darkness and moral complexity, so we shouldn't be surprised that artists are as flawed as the rest of us”. But make no mistake, Alice’s flaw was major.

Kamala Harris is Momala to her loving step children. Wow, let's keep our finger crossed for the next few months until she's safe in the Oval office and we can lift our fists in relief at missing that particular bullet.                                                                                            

The breathtaking comeback appearance of Celine Dion on the balcony of the Eiffel Tower - what a dramatic moment in a couple of hours drenched in them...as well as with rain!  And a silver medal for Summer McIntosh for the 400 meter freestyle medley event.         

Most of all though, I think of Andrea Robin Skinner, Alice Munro's youngest daughter abused by her stepfather in the ultimate betrayal.  These women all inspire me in different ways with their talent, their perseverance and, in some cases at least, their courage.                           

I have mixed feelings about the Olympics, maybe their most useful role is distraction from the serious crises in the world, maybe a few meaningful relationships are formed, but does that make it all worth  the expense and climate destruction? My plan is to become  head of the IOC and build a permanent site in Greece where both summer and winter games will be held every 4 years with the emphasis on the sports rather than sponsors, TV rights and size of the audience…ah well, I can dream can’t I?

Doesn’t mean I don’t jump up and cheer when Summer wins gold…as a swimmer myself, although I can’t come anywhere near her speed or the distances covered by Marilyn Bell or Diana Nyad, I feel a watery kinship with them.

September will bring me back with something completely different, hope to see you then

 Blog # 155...July 2024

HAPPY CANADA DAY!   At Thanksgiving dinner in our family, we always give thanks that none of us are in jail...take a minute today to appreciate that we're living in the best place in the world.  Even in the slammer.

Summer's always a good time for reading, well any time is good for me.  I was chasing down The Inheritance, which everyone was seeing at Toronto's CanStage, and discovered Joanna Goodman's novel, same title, different story. I'm always glad to unearth Canadian writers, liked her style and moved on to The Forgotten Daughter. It's quite a fascinating tale that incorporates two horrific elements in Canadian history - the Duplessis orphans and the murder of Pierre Laporte during the October Crisis. And, last blog I mentioned Tan Twan Eng's The Gift of Rain and The House of Doors (Somerset Maugham and Sun Yat-sen play prominent roles in this last one) both set in his native Penang - made me long to go there. I'm not intending to make this a book review. just a heads up. 

Before you put your glasses away though, Jane Philpott's Health for All is very  important and easy to read in order to understand our healthcare system, what's gone wrong and some ways to fix it. She and Danielle Martin with her book Better Now are both brilliant Canadian physicians doing their best to preserve our threatened system. Watch for a piece in Toronto Life's September issue that will also deal with the subject.

Now for something completely different. I've written before about music, lots of times in fact. It's long been a place to seek refuge and form community, and continues to present new and interesting angles to examine. Almost every time a person with  African American roots speaks about their early influences, they mention gospel, whether it's Mahalia Jackson or Barack Obama. Now the Faculty of Music at University of Toronto has recognized the importance of the form with studies ranging from negro spirituals to mainstream contemporary gospel choir music. The early days of slavery heard workers singing in the fields, with both joy and sorrow and We Will Overcome united activists in the 60's Civil Rights movement/ Recognizing the importance of music in Black history adds a deep dimension of understanding for all of us. 

And, back to books, if any of you have read Colm Toibin's Long Island, the sequel to Brooklyn, please get in touch so we can talk about what happens next! And if you plan to read it, enjoy the wonderful voice of Jessie Buckley on the audiobook.

Reading has taken on an added importance for me lately as a break from the many worries clamouring for attention. Uncertainty one of life's most uncomfortable and scary states seems present as never before. So, I'm looking not just to be entertained and diverted but to realize, as Rebecca Solnit puts it, "hope is an embrace of the unknown and the unknowable...the belief that what we do now matters even if how and when it may matter, who and what it may impact are not things we can know beforehand". Rebecca is very smart, I first heard of her when she wrote about Mansplaining.

So, as Bugs Bunny would say - That's all folks!  

Not quite...this just in, my friend bill bissett, poet extraordinaire and longtime supporter of people with mental health issues has been awarded the Order of Canada.  His downtown Toronto gallery and culture centre The Secret Handshake welcomes artists to share the creative stimulation and enjoyment of writing, visual and vocal arts n the company of other artists. 

See you in August.

 Blog # 154...June, 2024

Big news these days is a Canadian team joining the WNBA. Women are appearing everywhere in sports now...boxing rings, soccer fields, hockey rinks and now the basketball courts. Goody for them and for us, hope the guys will welcome them gracefully, seeing it as an addition to the sport rather than competition. The team, yet to be named, will play in the Coca Cola Coliseum, that beautiful art deco building hiding on the CNE grounds.

Thinking about women and how circumstances have changed makes me think of our dear treasure Alice Munro. I'm re-reading her stories and realize that emotions are pretty much the same in many ways as they were in the 50's when the stories were set. My  delight in  her writing makes me wonder why I waited so long to really appreciate them.

Back to the Coliseum for a minute though. Originally built in 1921 to house The Royal Winter Fair. it has a personal history for me and hundreds of others who finished every summer with a gig working at Beasley's Bingo. The horses that featured in many Coliseum activities were housed and fed in the adjacent Horse Palace, across from the Bingo where we spent our breaks, smoking and laughing, when we weren't cadging free rides on the roller coaster...we got paid a decent rate for all this fun too! The Coliseum is quite an amazing and little known venue - as well as the horse rings and basketball court, it has stages for concerts and an ice rink for minor league hockey. It's also connected to the Enercare Centre which boasts the largest indoor lake in the world for the annual the Boat Show (installed by our cousin Clint and his crew). How all these things are done beats me. 

Lots of things these days amaze me, some in a good way, others not so much - and I sometimes like writing about them. AI and other technologies are scary but have made life easier and in some cases possible for folks with disabilities. My neighbour Ed is able to live fairly independently in his wheelchair with the assistance of Alexa and some electronics. As an OT and physio, I notice these things, particularly when they're about making art forms more accessible to everyone.

So my ears perked up when I heard about a new device being pioneered at Toronto's Factory Theatre recently. Aimed at hearing impaired individuals, it involves wearing a small fairly light pair of clear glasses, not too conspicuous. There's a small screen in the upper right corner where a video of the play's dialogue being signed by the actors is being projected with the option of subtitles across the bottom. The video is timed to line up exactly with the action on stage. as are the subtitles. It works pretty well, and although I don't understand ASL I spoke to someone after the performance who does and we agreed that it was a significant move forward in accessibility. The play was Tyson's Song, written by Peter Bailey and directed by Ash Knight, Pleiades Theatre's artistic director. Pleiades is dedicated to intersectionality in theatre, a word being used now to mean inclusivity in all realms... nothing gets by me.

So, on to the month of June as the world teeters on the brink of...who knows what, but we seek solace in each other and the art of living as best we can. 

A la prochaine chicane, but wait, I've discovered a brilliant writer - Tan Twan Eng-  more about him and his books in July's blog.

 Blog # 153...May 2024

Hooray hooray, it's finally May and, as promised in #152, I've been to British Columbia and have a few tales to tell about it.

But first, to digress, something about women in history. We've all heard of Cleopatra, Eleanors both Roosevelt and Aquitaine, and our own country's politicians - Flora McDonald  Iona Campagnolo, Alexa Mcdonough, and now the wonderful Jane Philpott, with a great new book about how to fix our healthcare system. But wait a minute, how about the women backstage,  the ones we've never heard about who shaped our world too?  

A new play Women of the Fur Trade takes us back a few hundred years and gives us a peek at the time when settlers were arriving and the place of the women who were already here...those of the First Nations. Born in Winnipeg at the Vault Project, nurtured by the  National Arts Centre in Ottawa and produced last summer at the Stratford Festival, the play introduces us to three women who tell stories - some sad, some hilarious of their daily lives. Although it's set around the mid 1800's their concerns of love, loss, joy and sorrow could be today. And Lois Riel makes a dazzling appearance too.

Now about BC...there's such an indigenous presence there, and just after we arrived in Victoria, we came upon a crowd outside the BC legislative Assembly -  the Haida People in full regalia were celebrating the first reading of the bill recognizing their Aboriginal title throughout Haida Gwaii. Here's a link to more about this and a pic (that I can't seem to load after many tries!)  https://news.gov.bc.ca/releases/2024IRR0020-000610 

Moving right along, as we did, to Campbell River - about half way up Island, as they say here. It's fishing, logging and mining territory and the town has a great small museum reflecting these important influences on life in the town...the most interesting thing for me was a life sized recreation of a floating house. These were complete dwellings built on wooden rafts, sometimes as many as a dozen, forming communities of workers and their families who could be floated from site to site to follow the work.

We were also aware of the art of survival, people appearing with tents at night after the local patrol had passed, gone in the morning. The climate is much more friendly to living rough and also to being old, so although I was at my usual level of discomfort with the homelessness, I certainly felt at home with the age cohort.

Sorry there are no pics, lots of images in my head but my energy to load them is flagging so I'm going to post this and see you in June.

 

 Blog #152...April 2024

March has come and gone with another long night of Oscars on the 10th...we usually think of it as an adult affair, but kids have occasionally taken part too. Supporting actress awards went to 10 year old Tatum O'Neil for Paper Moon  in 1993, and 20 years later to Anna Paquin who was 11 when she won for Piano.                                                                                                                                                                            

The highlight of this year's show for me (although Ryan Gosling's turn was amazing!) was the little girl who took the stage with the crew of The Last Repair Shop, winner of best documentary short.   The film opens with her talking about health difficulties in her family, how they take up so much time. "I don't know what I'd do without my music," she says. looking with affection at her violin -  repaired and provided by the LA workshop featured in the film. She wore the most beautiful frothy sky blue dress for the Oscars, I'm sure she was creating life long memories, she certainly did for me.

My friend Louise has been the manager of Fiesta Farms Garden Centre for the past few years and has made it, and the grocery store across the road, a centre of learning and involvement for the community, particularly two local schools - Essex and Hawthorne. Classes visit the Centre and contribute to decorations for seasonal events, like Valentine's Day. 

I thought they were also making an Oscar ballgown, which gave me the idea to focus this blog on kids and the Oscars...I misunderstood and it was the store staff who did the ballgown but I liked the idea about kids and proceeded with it anyway. Building on their experience creating a gown last year, staff members collected materials during the year - net bags from onions, wrappings from Mandarin oranges, colourful packaging - using their imaginations to discover what would provide background. And this was the result... did you guess that the necklace is made from grapes, reduced for quick sale!

Two very interesting films that are in theatres now will be up for awards next year...Perfect Days and The Taste of Things. They have something interesting in common, both are set in a very specific culture, with a director from a totally different background. The Taste of Things is very French - cast, setting, language, but with a certain difference, brought by Vietnamese director Tran Ann Hung. Director Wim Wenders brings his German sensibility to Perfect Days, exploring the daily life of a man who cleans Tokyo's public toilets...architectural wonders every one. 

I've yet to think of something to write about in May, so it'll be a surprise for all of us. I'll be in British Columbia at the end of April, so may appear a few days into May, and may bring some BC flavour.