Habits, Journeys, The Everyday
What is more important? To make sure that something gets posted every day during this Lenten season, or to make the attempt to say something important or profound every day?
I'm still tired after my multi-faceted trip last week, and I really need to go to bed. However, the practice I've adopted for this Lenten Season is calling me as well. So I guess my answer to the question posed above is to post regardless of how important or profound. The Lenten journey will be completed step by step. Some steps will seem more important, or will represent an important change in direction, while other steps will simply be the ones to carry the journey forward. I think tonight is one of those.
Someone recently said that if you do something for six weeks straight it
becomes a habit. Habit is what got me to the keyboard this evening,
because my comfy bed was certainly offering another option. We'll see
how strong the habit is by the end of Lent.
Some observations from the past forty-eight hours:
Hockey is as important to being Canadian as they all say it is. A whole plane load of people bound for Edmonton from Grande Prairie will never forget where they saw the game and the so-called 'golden goal'. As one observer put it: 'You can't make up something like that. No script could have written it any better'. Some images and memories will also remain with me - 1) practically everyone in the boarding lounge at Grande Prairie glued to the two televisions they've installed in the area. 2) All of the ground crew huddling together and watching the television in the boarding lounge through a big window on the outside of the terminal building. I wish I'd been close enough to retrieve my camera and take a photo of them. 3) The flight attendants leaving the inflight televisions on as we sat on the pavement waiting for take-off - except that the pilots were waiting for the end of regulation time (which we all hoped would end with the score Canada 2 USA 1), but we all know what happened. 4) The video system reset that occurred once we were in the air, and having to watch all those Westjet ads as well as the list of pay-per-view movies - and then finding that three minutes of the overtime was already gone when we finally could change the channel back to the hockey game. I missed first-hand Paul Henderson's famous goal when it happened in 1972 so I had to watch a recorded version knowing how it all ended. So for me the 2010 Olympic Ice Hockey Gold Medal was more exciting because I saw it live.
Today is also the day that my Grandmother: 100 years, two weeks and one day old slipped from this earthly life into the spirit world. One cannot be too sad about such a long life, well lived, but it definitely is the passing of that generation for us. What a wonderful thing that she spent her hundredth birthday with some three hundred friends and relatives. God bless you Grandma - your creativity, your easy going nature, your love of children, your deft and crafty fingers and thanks for all those rides on your summer rural mail delivery route. May we recall one last elevator bump on the road! (Readers and Followers: Send an email, or post a comment if you would like an explanation).
Perhaps today was just a day of ordinary stepping on the Lenten journey, but I will always remember it as the first day of March and the last day for Grandma on the earthly part of her life. Rest in peace.
And that's all I have left on this day. There are other topics just bubbling under the surface, but I need to go to bed.
Monday, March 1
Yellowknife
This is my grandma, a few months short of 100 years, and the last time I saw her in October 2009.
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