Snow People Canoe in Canadian Winter
My sister had this posted to Facebook last year. Ontario, Canada in the winter. Posted it to social media but I know I will enjoy seeing it again myself.
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I am Canadian. I am part tree and part mountain and part rocky shoreline…
I am Canadian. I am part tree and part mountain and part rocky shoreline and part prairie dirt. I am a free range child of the sixties, born to hard working people who dreamed small dreams and worked relentlessly to give all their children bigger hopes than they had.
I have travelled across this country more times that I can count. In cars and buses and trains and boats and float planes, I have watched the glorious landscapes morph and change right before my very eyes. From arid deserts to rain forests to crashing waves and mountains of majestic ice, I have seen Canada and Canada has seen me.
All my words are because of Canada.
All my songs, all my art, my musings, my creations are because of this strong and fierce and free land.
Any courage I have, is Canadian.
Any grace I have acquired over my 6 decades here, is Canadian.
My failures and my triumphs are here in the dirt, forever part of whatever this wonderful place is.
My ability to think and reason is Canadian.
My heart is Canadian.
I can go out farther into the world and be courageous in my career and my art, because I am Canadian.
My gratitude over flows. It never stops.
People that come here from all over the world, to make this place their home, are as Canadian as I am. They are the soul and spirit of what makes us magical. We are all people. All colour. All religion. All beliefs. We see each other, and when we don’t get it right, we keep trying to get it right. We own our mistakes and we carry our misfortunes tenderly. We don’t give up.
We fight for goodness.
We stand for goodness.
We are not weak or timid, we are ferocious and tenacious and steadfast. We may falter, but we pull each other up, sisters and brothers and mothers and fathers.
We are ancient roots, spread across a vast and mysterious place, filled with riches and secrets beyond imagination.
I am this land. We are this glorious place.
Everyday, we show the world what it is to be Canadian.
Posted by Jann Arden.
Little Flowers - Icons?
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Found included in a post from Witch of the Wildwood. I hope they copy and paste here.
Backyard Orchardist
Tis the season for driving along country lanes and finding apple trees loaded with fresh fruit, never picked. Kind of sad those trees that grow forgotten along the road. Once they would have been picked, the apples used in pies or eaten right off the tree. Now people just drive on by and only notice them in passing. Yet those are our history, our heritage.
Next time you see an apple tree stop and pick a few. Some may be bug eaten, but some of the brown patches are only places where it rubbed on the tree branch and not anything you can’t just peel away. It may be the best apple you have ever had, if you give them a chance. Of those I picked almost all were edible, not bug eaten as I expected they would be. One was especially delicious. It’s a shame I don’t know what kind of apple tree it came from.
Would you grow an apple from seed? Have you ever grown a plant from seed? Why not try one, even something tropical or exotic and have it grow by your writing space. Keep your seedling company and let it inspire you with something fresh and growing where you work.
Female Sexual Arousal Disorder
Female Sexual Arousal Disorder – is it real or is it just a bunch of horny men?
I used to write an adult sort of column for a website. It was sometimes fun, interesting, and sometimes aggravating. The issue about women and sex is huge and complicated.
I have wondered what our culture would really be like if it were balanced for men and women. Or, really, what would our day to day lives be like if we lived in an Amazon culture where women are the leaders? Have always been the leaders. Those in charge, making the rules, setting the standards. I don't believe we can even imagine it. Our own culture is so far the other way its not something we can understand.
Movies and stories are created about imagined Amazon cultures. They are always based on our current standards. Of course, it matters who the writer is. Their own ideas, notions, and experiences. I don't think it is at all possible for anyone to get an unbiased look at how a women-led world would be. How it would have evolved.
We are biased, even the most radical feminist, is biased by the world as it is, the culture we have grown up in. So, the idea that women have a sexual arousal disorder is ludicrous/ ridiculous. Who is so qualified and unbiased to decide what sexual arousal should be for anyone? What's normal and who can make that decision for someone else.
So, yes, it seems to me this idea of female sexual arousal disorder is based on the expectations of men. Just because men, in general seem to want more sex, how does that mean a woman is out of order if she does not have that same interest?
For me that's just the start of it. Men and women tend to live different lives, with different expectations about who they are, who they should be, and what they should do. The old double standard, the idea that she is a lady in the streets and a whore in the sheets, she is someone's sainted mother and someone else's wife, less saintly. Then... can we even agree about what is a women, a female any more?
There is the tip of a pretty interesting and slippery iceberg. Lets leave it that I do not believe in female sexual arousal disorder.