Showing posts with label vulnerability. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vulnerability. Show all posts

Monday, 21 July 2014

Monday Moanings - July 21, 2014

Summertime and the living is easy...


Oh yeah, you bet! From my chair in the kitchen in a house I own,on a an acre of land in a rural hamlet of Southern Ontario, Canada, summer living is indeed easy. Here the most vexing decision I have to make is whether to go to the gym, followed closely by what to make for supper, and then twice a week I wrestle with what to write here in my blog.


It's easy all right. It's easy for me to assume (now there's a minefield of a word - assume!) the role of a wise, loving and responsible parent in responding to the crises in the Middle East and the Ukraine. It's easy for me to imagine a simple corrective strategy: take away their big shiny war toys, separate the combatants and send them to their rooms where they shall remain until such time as they can play nicely and respect the dignity of every human being and the land in which they are blessed to live, making the big shiny war toys obsolete.

Easy? Well yes, but only from my place at the kitchen table. I don't live in either the Middle East nor the Ukraine, or anywhere else ravaged by conflict. I have no personal familial, political or financial investments in the regions. And though the lifeblood of their respective and varied cultures does not flow in my veins, my heart, a mother's heart aches for the children, for all the innocents caught in the crossfire of conflict. I grieve the devaluation of human life and the destruction of the land.



I glimpsed something about what it might feel like to be invaded when thieves broke into my house while we were on vacation some years ago. It's a very dark kaleidoscope of sharp jagged feelings. Vulnerability, outrage and fear come to mind now and my body stiffens at the recollection. But this violation happened only once. It was not a daily, weekly, monthly or even annual occurrence. I can't even begin to imagine that.

In a rural hamlet in Southern Ontario the only invaders I see daily are a family of rabbits, a momma and two little ones, who covet my marigolds. I spy on them as they conduct early morning and evening raids on my garden. Sometimes I've managed to capture the marauders on my camera, clicking off a shot or three.






And that's the way the world
looks from my kitchen today.

It's summertime and the living IS easy.
Thanks be to God.



©2014 April Hoeller

Monday, 8 July 2013

Monday Moanings - July 8, 2013

Ever had one of those days when what you thought you were going to write, what you had mapped out, annotated and all but written, falls apart? I'm having one of those mornings. I had planned to write something about how two accidents this weekend coloured my thoughts in the drab hues of lament; how a plane crash in San Francisco and train wreck in Lac-Megantic underscore the fine line between happiness and horror, security and vulnerability, life and death; how accidents always disrupt, disturb and destroy our neat, comfortable lives.

But then I saw this video by Sandra Meroz about Lac-Megantic and it says so much more than I could say, and with so much more eloquence. Thank you Sandra Meroz for creating this very poignant montage. Any moaning I might have done this day would be an affront to the people of this small Quebec town.

My heart goes out to you, the people of Lac-Megantic as you struggle to live again amidst so much destruction and loss, so many questions without answers. May there be many hand holds and hugs for you in the coming days and weeks.