This morning I was walking on the beach and noticed some
litter in the dunes. It was just some detritus left by a parent, likely
overwhelmed by their excitable kids. Nothing to really be upset about. I picked it up and disposed of it in a litter
bin not far away.
I would have forgotten the incident entirely but for
something that happened later in the day. I’d finished the days work and took Hannibal,
my dachshund for his walk, and as I made my way through one of our beautiful
parks I noticed a young woman with a handwritten sign on her back picking up
litter. She had a stick and a garbage bag and was working her way through a
number of the people enjoying the summer evening. As I got closer to the young
woman I noticed the sign on her back read “Volunteer” in hastily scrawled hand.
I was curious and so walked up to the lady and asked, “what’s
She replied very politely that lives nearby and she walks in the park every day, and doesn’t like seeing litter left around. She’d noticed that if she comes out now and then and picks up the litter now and then the people in the park notice her and start to clean up after themselves.
“Swallow, Fiona!” said Sebastian, pushing me onward.
“But…” I protested, my mouth almost overflowing.
Rainbow, Sebastian’s sister, added, “Go on, Fiona. You’ve taken more than a couple of mouthfuls already.”
She gave me a knowing look and whispered, “I know you love it really!” Then she lay back on her yoga mat in my garden, the soft fragrance of lavender wafting over us.
I should explain, Rainbow and Sebastian are at my place this morning and brought some healthy kale and ginger smoothies with them. I know how good it is for me, so even though I may gag a little, I manage to force it down. I don’t mind Sebastian and Rainbow coming over for breakfast as long as we enjoy it in the garden, and maintain a reasonable social distance.
“It tastes very,” I searched for words, “…healthy.”
It tasted so healthy I wondered if I was going to throw up. It’s not the first time I’ve been exposed to this recipe. To be fair, one does feel wonderful when one finishes drinking it.
Sebastian is a very diligent personal trainer. This dreadful virus business has hit his business quite hard. He and his sister come over to my place every two or three days for morning yoga, which helps me keep nice and trim and as long as we are reasonably careful I feel glad of their presence. I get to dress in a beautiful leotard and tights as we do our yoga class, and Max my next door neighbor’s young son watches us through his binoculars from his bedroom window.
“You know,” said Sebastian, “your body is the sum total of all that you put into it. It’s best to choose things that are wholesome.”
I briefly thought back, remembering a long and and enjoyable youth, and smiled.
“See,” cut in Sebastian, “the thought has brought a smile back to your face.”
“No, you misunderstand,” I replied. “I was just thinking about a little encounter I had last fall. Very wholesome.”
However, that’s not the main reason I’m writing today. We’re living in turbulent times. You don’t need me to remind you of that. I do however want to encourage you to do a couple of things this week.
The first is to stay focused on social distancing and wearing a mask in areas where there are groups of people. Just because there’s a lot of protests going on, the virus doesn’t just go away. Guard your health with common sense.
Second, as I often suggest to my members, let’s not rush to judge others this week. Asking oneself, “what would I be doing if that were my brother?” is a good first step to trying to understand some of the events unfolding. Those of us who explore the gender spectrum understand about being judged harshly. Let’s try not to make that mistake with others.
If you’ve not already done so, be sure to join my Patreon, I’d like to try and get up to 175 Patrons this month. It’s just $1 a month and you know you’re going to get a lot of joy from it.
Enjoy the beautiful song by Marvin Gaye. Be sure to let me know how you’re getting along.
Some great pics from our team in Vancouver. What a wonderful Pride we had! I am so lucky to have such wonderful friends at Pride in Vancouver, and that they were able to bring back such lovely pics for this special day.
As you know I move in some pretty elevated circles at times. I knew our Prime Minister was in town and as soon as Justin recognised me he waved, and then mouthed ‘Call me!”. So cute!
I have a short tale to tell you that probably will go down
as one of my less stellar moments in my career in advertising. Because of some of the people concerned you
will understand that I have to be a little vague on some of the names. Needless to say, the primary protagonist in
this little adventure was none other than one who shares their name with a
certain occupant of the White House.
Well, I had no idea at the time, of course, only aware that one
of the charities that we work with at the advertising agency wanted me to
organise Bernard (my photographer) to come to one of their locations for a
photo opportunity that I was informed could be very valuable in the fund
raising campaigns that we typically manage in the fall.
As a result Bernard and I took the flight from Montreal to Vancouver, and then north to the Yukon, where a local company flew us on to a remote hunting lodge. Now, here’s the back story. Apparently some hunter from the US had decided they want to shoot one of our bears. It’s not that we are short of bears, but the area of incredible beauty that this particular ‘sportsman’ wanted to hunt in is designated as a national park. Now, we take these things rather seriously in Canada. There’s meant to be no hunting of certain species in the national park, however I was informed that a large donation would be made to the conservancy were this particular hunter allowed access, and a special dispensation had been granted.