Granny...

I want to be that stogie smoking granny; afraid to do nothing, afraid to try nothing.

I will be the Grama that builds her own home at fifty-seven, who picks up mammoth powersaws with no fear (some trepidation for the power held in my two hands), outworks or keeps up with the twenty year olds on the crew (wise words read somewhere...'never ask or require something you're not willing to do yourself'), shoots her own venison, catches her own fish, buys herself flowers (thank you Miley Cyrus) and generally kicks ass.

This is my dream for the remainder of my days...

This past week has been a time of history repeating itself...not mine...the world's history. It has been a time spent reflecting, heavily, on the neighbour to the south stirring the pot to see what floats to the top.

Understanding instantly and intrinsically that what that man knows about Canadians would not fill the head of a thimble, that he would soon see a country quickly solidified and standing shoulder to shoulder against tyranny, against megalomaniacs.

Did we learn NOTHING from WWll?

From the slow degradation, manipulation, gaslighting, narcisstic techniques meant to confuse and confound?

To rewrite the history books?

To fly thousands upon thousands back to war torn countries they have worked so hard to flee from?

Ousting so many who spent years working for nothing, happily, in order to live free.

Ah my friends...it stirs the heart, it awakens the spirit and what floats to the top is this:

Anger....oh yes, anger at the gall and balls of the man and his minions...

Pride...finally, yes finally Canadians are standing proud and coming up with creative and imaginative ways to say F*** you and flip the bird to the man with orange hair and squinty, beady eyes.

And laughter...oh yes the laughter...at the delusion, but most of all at underestimating the enemy...us, Denmark, Greenland, Mexico...alot of good crazy folk just waiting to sink their teeth into something worthwhile, something worth fighting for. Our Countries...

I have sat with drink at hand watching a series about the wild commonwealth Canadians and their reputation in the second world war. Rogue Heroes...check it out...based on true events and the frightening reputation gained by small regiments headed by and filled by the insane madmen of Canada, as well as British, Irish and Scottish.

We are stronger than we know and with these fresh thoughts came startling self-realizations...I am NOT done, far from it...what I am is hopeful for the future, determined to see and make a difference, prepared for war but content with peace.

We can do anything we put our minds to. Anything. Nothing is too far, too impossible...as i sit and watch men find creative ways to stop a war killing our men and Jewish people by the millions, I see my vision open and expand...I see hopes of the future stretch to take on new ideas and thoughts...and I laugh with joy, with a releasing of old ways and old wounds...

Dear treasures...each one of us is capable of so much more than we allow ourselves to believe, to hope for, pray for...

I asked a sweet friend a few days past, what her dream was...did she have a dream at this stage in her life (older than me by two years)...she did not. This beautiful woman, full of grace and love, is content in her life, with what she has.

And I stood in awe...I stood in wonder and within seconds asked God (in my head) 'Dear God, what have you made me to be that while i am content with where I am and what I have, I will never be content with not seeking what is over the horizon, what adventure is coming next?'

We are all made so creatively different...

I want more....my friends, do you not want more for yourself?

More joy, more peace; less sorrow, less chaos...

More intimacy, more connection; less neglect, less abandonment...

More adventure, more night skies and early early morning sunrises; less couch time, less four walls closing in, ground falling away at your feet without warning...

God is good my friends...and wants us to LIVE, truly LIVE...

No more bowing down, no more giving in, no more pushing aside feelings and emotions...

Truly living your life by your standards...now that is contentment squared....that is freedom coined and minted.

Stand tall dear treasures and walk proud of who and what you were fashioned to be...created by a God who always loves, never leaves...