Thursday, 4 December 2025

Do you agree with this statement?

I was watching a YouTube video this morning where the young man being interviewed stated that, essentially, you only care about other people once your own needs are met.

It took me aback. I immediately thought of lots of examples where a person will go without in order to provide someone else with what they need. The mother who goes hungry in order to feed her child. The man who gives up years of his life and any hope of marriage in order to care for an invalid parent. But those are family situations, and maybe the call of your own personal tribe is an exception to the rule. However, when you delve deeper, perhaps the person doing the sacrificing actually gains something greater (in emotional terms) than the thing they sacrificed. So...maybe there's some truth to it? I don't want to think so, but...maybe?

It would also help explain why so many people right now don't seem to care about the suffering of their neighbours. Can turn a blind eye to injustice. Can be apathetic---or at least unsympathetic---when someone around them is going through fear or pain. In these tough times, if the majority of people feel their needs aren't being met---either financially, physically, socially, spiritually, whatever---then maybe they truly can't focus on anything but their own unfilled needs. So we let others fend for themselves, sink or swim, or aren't even aware of others' trauma, because we're so caught up in our own. We don't see our neighbours as part of our family unit. We only care about something when it affects us directly.

I also recently heard an interview with a woman who said she'd never found religion to live up to its hype. That there wasn't such a thing as true community looking out for each other, as organized religions claim. I was saddened by this, and I'm aware of how extremely lucky I am to belong to a religious community that truly does help and love and care for each other. I feel confident I could put out a call for help and others would cheerfully answer, not because it's expected, but because they really do care and want to help. I see people befriending each other at church and know from experience that it's (in the majority of instances) genuine. Is it perfect? Of course not. But maybe some of that success and comfort comes from knowing that we're all trying to meet our own and each other's needs together, as a joint effort. That we see each other as literal brothers and sisters. 

The woman also made the argument that those who perform acts of charity or fellowship see themselves as "earning" points in heaven, hoping for a spiritual reward for their behaviour, and therefore it isn't selfless, it's selfish. The only true sacrifice would be if one thought one was giving up one's only hope for happiness or salvation in order to rescue another. Maybe I'm an optimist, but I think most people who see someone in need and reach out to help aren't thinking first of "Oh, I'll get brownie points for doing that" or "What's in it for me?" That is a very cynical view. But, granted, they do know themselves to be a certain type of caring person, and they want to continue to be that kind of person and not have to come to terms with a different view of themselves. So...maybe? What do you think? Is it just part of our make-up as humans, or can we transcend it?

Friday, 28 November 2025

Burlington Welsh Ladies Chorus - the antidote to the winter blahs

A few weeks ago my friend and I joined a women's choir in Burlington that sings in both English and Welsh. I studied Welsh in university and did a summer WLPAN course in Wales many years ago, and since then I've looked for opportunities to use this beautiful language. So when I saw "Welsh" in the choir's name, I jumped at the opportunity.

It's a fun group of friendly, talented women, most of them my age or older, and they sing "off book," which means everything must be memorized. They have a concert tonight, but I don't have everything memorized to my satisfaction yet, so I'll hold off and perform in their smaller-venue concert on Monday instead. I'm enjoying singing Annwyl Faria and Suo Gan, among other songs -- I love the sound of Welsh in my ears again! Suo Gan is a tender lullaby, and having just celebrated the birth of our little granddaughter, it moves me to tears sometimes when I sing it.

In addition to the whole Welsh aspect, though, there's also the boost that little bit of weekly socialization gives me. It's just the right amount -- no small talk really required, we're all focused on the music -- but having a common project and aim is invigorating, the women are lovely and welcoming, and I think participation will help stave off the Seasonal Affective Disorder to some degree.



Saturday, 22 November 2025

New Baby!

Our new granddaughter entered the world yesterday! She's this son's first child and our third grandchild. Once the dust has settled and they've recovered a bit, we'll head north for a visit, maybe on Monday. Joy, excitement, maybe a bit of trepidation, great hopes, absolute love. My daughter in law is a trooper, my son's going to be the best, most gentle and loving father, and I'm just so pleased with everything right now.

Thursday, 13 November 2025

And...Boom! winter is over.

Well, maybe not COMPLETELY over, but certainly on hiatus. Within a couple of days, the temperature has shot back up to 11 and the snow is gone. I wore just a sweatshirt to walk the dog, and we saw roses blooming beautifully. Went out and raked leaves. Thinking about giving the lawn one last mow. This is crazy.

Monday, 10 November 2025

First Snowfall and Hygge

The first snowfall of the year, all day yesterday and continuing on into this morning. Thankfully, I have nowhere I need to go today. I'm on the couch with a good book (The Stone Witch of Florence by Anna Rasche), a mug of raspberry rosehip tea, the dog curled beside me warm against my leg, and the fireplace channel on TV. (Hubby keeps it too hot in the house to turn on the actual gas fire.) The house is quiet and everyone else is either asleep or already out the door. Ambience. Coziness. Hygge. Absolute perfection.

Wednesday, 5 November 2025

Feeling Fragile

Possibly broken toe. Pinched nerve in my back. Inflamed Achilles tendons. Arthritic knees. Both arms hurting from Covid and flu shots this week. Bursitis flaring up. Three spider bites. Cut my finger on a metal shelf. Afraid to move for fear of something else getting hurt or falling off.

A perfect excuse to flake out on the couch, watch a movie, and eat pancakes for supper!

Gotta love those silver linings.

Saturday, 1 November 2025

Ushering in November with a volcano...

...called Krakatoa.

Sorry, my attempt at a pun. Started off the week by cracking a toe (I don't think it's broken. The swelling and bruising are improving already). So my prediction that the yardwork and harvest were completed and it was time to rest came true! All things have screeched to a halt, and I've been spending a ridiculous amount of time (a wonderful amount of time!) on the couch with a book. Or two or three.

Reread some Robin Pilcher, and now I'm reading The Booklover's Library. Two William Kent Kruegers lined up to follow that. Meanwhile, the leaves are piling up in the yard, but other than clearing the drainage ditches in the side yard, I'm trying not to think about it. I have managed to walk Brio, a bit slower than normal, because, you know, how can you say no to that little face? For some things, you just have to push through.