Not Invisible

This is not what I had intended to write. Not at all.

But, I keep getting notice on my stats (bloggy thing) of people finding my blog using the search term, “Am I invisible”. And my friends, every stinking time I read that, my heart just breaks a bit. So, here goes.

No. You are not invisible. You might feel like that from time to time, or maybe you’re feeling it a lot. But trust me. You are not.

Because I see you. I noticed you. Right away. I know you are here. And believe or not, I care that you are here.

You may not believe this, but someone loves you. Likely a few people. Do you think for one second that your presence isn’t noticed by them? Or your absence? I’ll bet in your absence, they miss you. You just don’t notice.

Maybe the world feels against you, no one hears you calling out in your pain. Trust me. That’s a lie. Your brain is very good at lying to you when you are in pain. Don’t believe it.

Not invisible. 

Tell yourself that everyday. Yell it if you have to.

We, all people, are honoured to have you here. We don’t want you anywhere else.

I know sometimes it’s just so hard to get up in the morning and you wonder to yourself ,”Why, why, why do I feel so alone?”

I’ve been there. Mama duck has had her moments, to be sure.

Not invisible.

Even the simple matter of reaching out to your computer renders you visible. If you’ve got no one else to talk to, talk there. Look until you find it. You will.

I see you. And you can do it, Honey.

Hold fast. Hold fast.

This life is beautiful, if you let it be. You can do it, Honey.

This life is easy. And you are not invisible.

If you need me, you know where I am.

I see you.

Not invisible.

Put Some Jack Into It

I’ve been watching Canada’s reaction to the death of our beloved Opposition leader this week. Upon hearing of his passing, my first thought was a sad “Oh no.”

I’m sure most of us felt that way for a couple of reasons. First of all, I think we were all looking forward to some damn good politics coming out of Ottawa. When the NDP became the opposition under Layton, it felt as though we were finally going to have someone who would change the status quo of politics to something we could understand and relate to. It seemed that we had a ‘real’ person again, sitting in house, defending us against a bunch of overeducated talking heads. It felt like he was one of us, not a tight-lipped political Autobot. Sorry Stephen, but you have the public presentation and personality of my right big toe. And Ignatieff was a self aggrandizing arrogant prick. Sorry Mike, that ‘kiss my big ring’ crap doesn’t fly with us Canucks. Strange to think, but Canada felt like it may be a place to be proud of again. It seemed as if we didn’t knee jerk vote for our long-term parties agendas. It seemed we voted for the guy. The man who listened. A man we could have a drink with. Someone with a heart. It was exciting. Even more so to think that this poor bugger was sick with cancer and a hip replacement all the while doing so. Did that make us turn away? Not at all. Most of us watched and asked ourselves ‘How the hell is he doing that?’.

Heart.

He believed with his heart that what he was doing was for the betterment of us all.

And we felt like he loved us.

So Stephen. Steve. May I call you that? Take a lesson. It doesn’t matter to us what you say or how closely you are following your party agenda. We really want to know that you care for us as your countrymen and women. That you have heart.

We want to see you roll up your sleeves and get dirty. We want to know that it’s not just about the dollar. We want you to give a damn about every last one of us. Rich, poor, young, old, immigrant, indigenous, gay, straight, every last one of us.

We want you to loosen that bloody tie and get real. If you did, I bet you wouldn’t look like you’ve sucked a pickled lemon all the time.

We want you to ‘put a little Jack in it.’

We’re going to need you. We feel hurt and saddened. Like an Uncle died.

Rise to it. Don’t go hiding. You do too much of that.

You can’t be Jack, but maybe you can learn a thing or two from him. The rest of us have.

By the way, you did the right thing honouring him with a state funeral. Good job.

Now get busy. And show us some heart.

 RIP Jack Layton 1950-2011

You will be long missed.

Small Kindness

Do you ever have a day when you where you start out happy and gung-ho only to find yourself at the end of it, wishing you had a bathtub full of gin and tonic and a very big straw? Maybe one of those gorfy trucker hats that holds beer cans? Except mine would hold a couple of bottles of perfectly chilled Chardonnay, I’d have my jammies on and a sign hanging round my neck that says ‘Mommy is closed for repairs.’

I’m not depressing. Just sad about the world.

Somalia, Norway,Libya, my own countrymen who’ve been flooded and burned out, my neighbour down the road, my neighbour’s grandma’s 2nd cousins babysitters cat, everyone struggling, starving, hurting,  fighting or in pain. I wish I could take every last one of them, hold them in my lap, rock them and tell them truthfully

It will all be okay.

i know i can’t. i’m just one person and my lap is too small. i am too small.

I do what I can. Donate where I can. Am kind where I can. And I am raising a fellow of the new generation. I am teaching him that we are global. That every person is part of our family. That we need to do what we can. He is donating, of his own accord, his piggy bank change to his kung fu kwoon charity. He’ll be helping to build a school for girls, somewhere in Africa. He gets a star for his uniform, indicating his act of ‘good chi’. I love him so much for it.

But.

I feel like I can do more.

I don’t know exactly how this all works yet, but it seems the people of the internet are a good bunch. We are a community. So I ask two things of you, friendly reader.

First, please suggest a charity that I may support here, on my humble blog. Send me any links you can about them. Educate me. Because I may be able to do something here, other than (this needs quotes) “entertain“.

Second, (and I really need you to do this) look someone in the eye. See them. It won’t hurt. Throw some goodness their way. Give them a hug. Donate any way you can, even if it’s your time. Just help.  Acknowledge. See.

I will do as much as I can. But I need you. The world needs you.

I only have a small lap. There will be overflow.

And, please, always

Pray.

The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention. Oscar Wilde