Proud to be Canadian

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The expression of love on that RCMP officer’s face is wonderful. The child he is holding in his arms is one of a group of people that broke free from a U.S. border guard and ran through the snow into Canada to seek asylum Friday, Feb. 18. The whole world should see and celebrate this photo taken by a Reuters photographer.

I lucked into this story on the CBC today. That RCMP officer with the big-hearted smile made my day, and then some. Talk about renewing one’s faith in humanity, and our “better angels.”

I think it’s entirely possible that photo could become a classic, a fortunate and powerful expression of compassion and hope that helped get the world through a dangerous, hateful time.

There are a lot of good-hearted people in the U.S. who don’t agree with the direction their great country is taking. Of that I have no doubt. They are “the people” too, and I daresay they’re in the majority. I trust they can see past fear and hate, and through unscrupulous demagogues who exploit it.

I hope they continue  to make their voices heard, individually and collectively. Now is not the time to be silent, or beaten down. And that includes the free press: they are not “the enemies of the people.” That’s what tyrants, or would-be tyrants say: they don’t want the people to find out the truth about them.

Canada is not perfect. We have fear and the hate it engenders in our midst too, as recent events have shown. But we are heading in the right direction, with a generous spirit that wants to celebrate, welcome, and nourish the capacity of human beings to live together in peace and mutual benefit. We affirm humanity.

In that respect I think it’s fair to say Canada is a timely example to the world.

That RCMP officer made me proud, again, to be Canadian.

But finally, above all, he made me proud and hopeful again to be part of the human family and a citizen of what the great Canadian philosopher Marshal McLuhan years ago called “the global village.”

 

This post was also partly inspired by the daily prompt word for the day, blur.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the spiritual value of stone

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The view of Hope Bay from the top of the Niagara Escarpment. Dow Chemical’s plans for a huge quarry in Hope Ness 50 years ago included a shipping facility here

The extraction of massive amounts of stone from the bedrock of southern Ontario for use in construction, landscaping, and road-building is expected to increase as the province’s population continues to grow.

The Bruce Peninsula has long been a source of stone for those uses and continues to reflect a continuing and anticipated growing demand as existing quarries expand and new ones are licensed or proposed. For example, a 143- hectare (315-acre) quarry just north of the long-established former Angelstone, now Adair, quarry in the Hope Bay area was approved this past summer over the concerns of the Saugeen Ojibway Nation.

The Peninsula is part of the traditional territory of the two local First Nations that comprise the SON. The Supreme Court of Canada  has ruled non-Aboriginal governments have a duty to consult First Nations regarding development in their traditional territories. Continue reading

Hope is in our DNA

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With the fate of the world hanging in the balance I naturally thought it would be a good idea to offer my worried readers a moment of distraction regarding our shared ancestry; that is to say, the shared ancestry of the human race. And if anyone out there wants to apply that to the upcoming Very Important Moment (VIM) in history, the U.S. election on Nov. 8, then so be it.

(Yes, my friends in the United States of America, it is the future of all of us on the face of the Earth you are about to determine, not just your own.)

The science of genetics has reached the point now where it is fairly inexpensive to have a basic DNA test done showing where in the world your ancestors lived. By “fairly recent” I mean the test results don’t go back millions of years to Lucy and the Rift Valley in Africa, or the otherwise actual moment of creation; and, after all, there has been a lot of coming and going, ebbing and flowing, and mixing of our species since then. But they do go back thousands of years. Continue reading

Bruce Peninsula tourism at the crossroads

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The size of the crowd spoke volumes about how much people on the Bruce Peninsula are concerned about the future of area tourism:

Well before the meeting, organized by the Bruce Peninsula Environment Group, began this past Wednesday evening the venerable old Rotary Hall was already close to standing-room only attendance. BPEG chair Megan Myles told me it was about twice the number of people she was expecting.

That posed some problems keeping the well-organized agenda on schedule, and members of the group now have their own challenge, with their hands and heads full of sticky-note “issues and challenges” and plenty of ideas to help chart a new course for the future of local tourism.

One could say, and I will, that the present state of tourism on the peninsula represents an abundance of problems, the people who worked so hard for years to promote local tourism might wish they could have had. Continue reading

The weight of unfinished business

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The “little piece of Heaven” at the end of Cathedral Drive, Hope Ness

Millions of readers out there in the blogosphere may have wondered where the once-prolific Finding Hope Ness blogger had vanished for so long since his last post.

It’s all about the weight of unfinished business, too many things piling up as winter approaches, and – sniff – too many things gone wrong in my “little piece of Heaven.” Continue reading

We are one forest of family trees

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Can you see the sunset rainbow? Yes, it is there, just above the trees to the left of the driveway. It is faint, but still wonderful, and full of Hope

My AncestryDNA kit has finally arrived.

Not that many years ago such a test might have cost thousands of dollars, to find out your ancestral genetic background. Now it comes at a tiny fraction of that cost. Continue reading

Don’t play political games with climate change

earthOn a Cosmic scale our beautiful little blue-green jewel of a planet is some kind of rare miracle – perhaps the only one – in a vast Universe of unimaginable extremes of blazing hot and deep-freezing cold.

But global warming and the resulting climate change is now in the process of showing the world – that part of the world that’s watching, at least – how delicately balanced and vulnerable that miracle is.

Market gardeners and other farmers know a few degrees of temperature either way during the growing season, and the lack of a certain amount of reliable rainfall – say, at least a weekly centimetre or two, about an inch – can make all the difference in the health and well-being of crops. Continue reading

An amazing pace of change in rural Ontario

To compare moving from Toronto to the Bruce Peninsula 37 years ago to going back to a virtual Stone Age in some respects is taking way too much poetic licence to make a point, to be sure.

After all, here where I live, in the secluded little rural community of Hope Ness, electrical service arrived about 1950. I understand the electrical power for this part of the peninsula was initially generated at a small hydro-electric plant at Barrow Bay. Even the old semi-abandoned farm house I bought for $12,000 in 1979 was electrified and by then on the provincial grid.

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Is Fibre Optics on its way to Cathedral Drive Farm?

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More to the Bruce Peninsula than national parks

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My granddaughter, the irrepressible and delightful Asia at her favourite place, the lookout over Georgian Bay from the Niagara Escarpment cliffs, just a short walk from “the family farm” in Hope Ness on the Bruce Trail.

I happened to be in Wiarton twice the day before the start of the Canada Day long holiday weekend, on my trip to and from Owen Sound to run a bunch of errands. Both times the northbound traffic was as heavy as I’ve ever seen it, in 37 years of living on the Bruce Peninsula. Continue reading