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Monday, November 23, 2015

#porteouverte - 10 ways to build community and tear down walls

Did you know that two weeks ago Friday, as the streets of Paris turned into hell, as frantic terrified people didn't know if "just" five cafés were going to be mowed down in gunfire or all of them, or that "just" two explosions would go off in downtown instead of a hundred, trending on Twitter was the hashtag #porteouvert (open door) where brave beautiful people were advertising their open door to strangers needing a safe place to turn.

There actually are kind, courageous people all over the world, in every nook and cranny. And yes, there are also sick, severely disturbed ones too. But right now, I want to talk about these beautiful people and how we can create more of them, and hinder the creation of sick ones.

I'm currently reading the book, "Walls - Travels along the barricades" by Marcello di Cintio. It's a very well written and researched book about the various (and there are too many) walls that societies have built up, and are continuing to build, around the world. In it, he talks about a syndrome that an East German psychiatrist referred to as "Mauerkrankheit" (Wall Disease) which people who are physically living close to walls suffer from. Symptoms such as rage, depression, schizophrenia, alcoholism, and the list goes on.
 
Flucht 2.0 'Odyssey to Peace' installation
I have been thinking about this a lot, and I believe that it might not matter whether the wall is a physical massive cement structure or a figurative one...degrading, dividing, dehumanizing all the same. Walls are walls - barriers, ways to divide and say, "I'm good and you're not", "You are not wanted in this club", "I don't want to look at you, spend time with you, or even know who you are", "You are not worth it".

Isn't that the wall of: not employing an entire group of people, not renting living spaces to an entire group of people, segregating an entire group of people into one neighbourhood because they aren't welcome in others, crossing the street when someone from a certain group is walking on the sidewalk - as if a BIG MASSIVE WALL is hindering you from continuing to walk, and smile, and say hi to that person?

What is this fear, this ignorance? And what does it do to the person at the receiving end? The odd teenager who no one EVER says hello to or invites over, the hundreds of twenty-somethings who NO ONE will employ, the countries who are controlled and pillaged by foreign companies and foreign governments. Walls.

Some people will most likely say I have a good point, or they'll say I'm super naive, or just plain stupid. I realize that I'm one of the really blessed; lucky enough (and not having done a damn thing to deserve it) to be born in Canada. As a white Canadian girl I have always had pretty much every door, physically and figuratively, open to me (except in relationships...but that's a whole other blog post). And that continues here in Germany, where I'm a white female with an accent that Germans find cute and funny (as opposed to other accents) - I have all doors open to me. I haven't done one thing to deserve that, not one. But it's the truth. So why do so many others not have this luxury? Because that's what it is - a pretty freaking amazing luxury. Like owning a yacht off the coast of St. Tropez and never having to work another day in your life. Luxury.

This is the current state of the world, and has been this way for far too long. I was recently in Canada, and all of the fear, hate, worry, love, open doors, and braveness is there, just as it is all here in Germany too. It's everywhere. Good and bad. Love and hate. But, I choose to believe that there is more good, more love and more braveness than the opposite, and the world can change for the better.

Just like reducing climate change...building community instead of walls, is a really steep, exhausting upward mountain climb filled with falling rocks, slippery screet and some real dangers. But, just like in actual mountain climbing, there are brave souls who've gone before and have drawn maps, and hammered hooks and drawn cables. Therefore, if you want it, you can grab on to support, and make changes; join meetings, learn from others how to build up your community. But it's actually not hard, doesn't really cost much money, and you don't have to go it alone, bring a friend!

From years of peace thought and work, here are 10 ways to build community and tear down walls. Try some, or all of them. Or maybe you already are - then hats off to you! I will try too. I have a responsibility, just as much as you do. We all do. Every single beautiful brave person. 

1. smile - not like all of the time so that you look creepy, but genuinely smile at people you see in your neighbourhood

2. talk - get to know said people in your neighbourhood, find out if they're doing okay, be a friend if they want or need one. If I am living well, shouldn't everyone else also have that chance? If you are now saying to yourself, "well I work hard and that's why I can afford my two cars and two storeys"...fine. But why can't everyone, when you pan across your neighbourhood, city, country, afford all of that too? Cause they're all lazy and dumb? I seriously doubt that. Get to know why and find out what's going on with them, by being a friend. I'm not saying you should buy them everything that you think they need or want, no way, that's not my point. Be their friend. Let them know that you care about their situation and who they are, and if there is a problem that you can help with, do it. That's what neighbours should do, shouldn't they?

3. listen - listen to your kids, other kids, teenagers (even if you don't understand a word), neighbours, strangers. Show others that you think they're worth your time. This is HUGE!! I would say the same thing to Obama, to Trudeau, to Putin and Assad....LISTEN...the world would be a better place if more people listened to each other.

4. stop - stop running around like a mad person, doing a million things, most of which are probably not going to save the world. Slow down long enough that you actually see the other people around you; in your school, your kids' school, at work, on the sidewalk, at the mall, etc. Do they look okay? Are they happy? Could they use a coffee? A friend?

5. ask - ask questions. How are you? Everyone (trust me, everyone) says that Canadians are so friendly. Are we really? I know I could be friendlier. Recently, in the grocery store on the corner, I could've asked the mom in front of me, who looked like she was so done, something about her kids. I could've tried to strike up a conversation with this woman who looked like she was exhausted and at the end of her rope. I didn't. But I should have, and next time I'll try to say something...to be friendly.

6. invite - invite people over, not just friends, but strangers. Not everyone is going to say 'yes' to your invitation of course - they might think it's weird. But, maybe someone, especially at this time of year, will say yes. And this is something which I'm actually going to do (not to toot my horn, but just to give an example). As you know, there are a large amount of refugees, much larger than normal continuously arriving in Germany. In my small small city, there are already 300 Syrian people which I just recently found out. I didn't know that. So, I joined a network set up to assist and befriend newcomers in the area, and said 'yes' to the question of whether we would invite some of these, mostly young men, over for dinner sometime during the holidays. I might be doing them a disservice offering my cooking, but at least I'll be smiling.

7. learn - don't be ignorant. It's not sexy, nor attractive, nor cool. Learn the facts. We don't need to agree with each other but at least let's be talking about things that are true. Exhibit A: All refugees are terrorists. If refugees were part of a Syrian terror group, they wouldn't be running from one. Sure, there might be one or two bad people that go this route...but there are also one or two bad people that refugees will surely encounter in their new home. That's life - there are bad eggs in every basket.

Exhibit B: All Muslims are terrorists. Do you know how many Muslims there are on the planet? If they were all terrorists, us non-Muslims would all be dead. Learn about what the West is doing in other parts of the world. Western countries aren't dropping rose petals, continuously, routinely for years and years, on neighbourhoods. Or arming rebel groups they think can be controlled, but shockingly can't! Who is earning the most money from all of the weapons currently being bought and used, in some kind of warfare, on this planet, at this moment? Learn...and think.

8. go - go out, go and knock on a door, go to a festival or event. Go somewhere new, where you might not know every single person, and you might be surprised at who you meet. Step out of your comfort zone - I know it's hard..and uncomfortable - but it could be so worth it. You might make a new friend. You might become a friend to someone who really needs one. You have nothing to lose. Your comfort zone will still be there, safely snug at home waiting for you, not going anywhere.

9. wait - relationships take time, trust takes even longer. Be patient, keep smiling, saying hi, asking questions, listening, inviting and learning and at some point the other person will come to you with a smile, saying hi, asking you a question and inviting you in for tea.

10. and last but not least...build - build a longer table. My former boss, and still friend, who also happened to have a wonderful 'open door' policy in our office, also wrote a great post about opening borders and building a bigger table. Why not invite more people to our party? Really, is it just about money? I doubt it. He quoted Saulo Padilla, "when you have more than you need, build a longer table, not a higher fence."

Thanks for still being with me. Bear with me just a moment longer. The following very short story is what got this ball rolling in my head...weeks before the events in Paris. An older couple in my choir have opened their hearts and door to two young Afghan refugees, even inviting them to sing in the choir, which they do! This is Doro and Rudi's story:


"Our story about how we became Oma and Opa to two young Afghan men began with an innocent invitation. The men's choir had given 20 tickets for their upcoming concert, to the Migration Office for Asylumseekers. Ten people actually accepted the invitation and showed up on that evening.

During the break, and afterwards, many people struck up conversations with the group of Syrians and Afghans. We instantly bonded with two young Afghan men, Hamid (18) and Ahmed (25). We didn't know anything about each other, but somehow we all just really like each other...and we gave them our address. We really didn't think we would see them again, but a short while later they called us and came over for a visit.

Rudi was working a lot in the garden at the time, cleaning it up before winter. Right away the two men said they would come and help Rudi on Wednesday. Wednesday is their free day, because Tuesday and Thursday they're in German classes, Monday they go to the sport club, Friday they go to the mosque and on the weekends they ride around on their bikes, getting to know the area and hanging out with other refugee friends they've met since arriving in Ingelheim. (Doro and Rudi offered them money for their work, but the two refused to take any because they're not yet allowed to earn money. The German couple, instead, give them gifts of picture dictionaries or the use of the phone to make long-distance calls.)

Their only connection to their families and their home is their cell phones. Ahmed has an uncle in Frankfurt and a cousin in Munich, Hamid's sister lives in England. They don't have any money to visit, but even if they did, their current status means they are not yet allowed to work or move to another community. (In some parts of Germany this process is taking up to a year due to a huge backlog. Luckily for refugees being sent to our neck of the woods, the asylum permit will only take about six weeks and then they're free to move and work wherever they want. Many people, naturally, move towards other family members.) These two, as so many others, are in a state of limbo - not sure what their future yet looks like in Germany.

During another choir concert, which we invited the two men to, the director of the men's choir asked Ahmed and Hamid if they would like to come and sing in his choir. (They are now attending choir practice regularly...even though they've never read music!)

The communication between us is in English, with a bit of German, and lots of hands and feet. The men didn't want to call us by our first names. "In our tradition we treat older people with respect," they said, and so they began calling us "Oma and Opa". We feel it is a great honour.

Since their first visit, they have now perfected our garden fence. Both are very diligent workers and good at carpentry. They tell us a lot of stories about Afghanistan and their personal struggle to make it to Germany. Hamid had worked as an auto mechanic and had started studying IT. He refused to enter the mandatory military service and the Taliban began to threaten his life. Ahmed was working for NATO as a computer tech, but was let go when NATO reduced its mission in the area. He immediately became a Taliban target and had to flee for his life."

The story of these men and the couple who have befriended them continues, but I will end it here. The point is made. Build community, not walls, so that the world becomes a good place for everyone...not just a few. We know that peace does not come just for a few...there is no peace when there is such injustice and so many really big walls.

Two questions to ponder...

What would the world look like:

-if women were in power in every single country? Women are far from perfect, but would there be as much war, torture, child soldiers, female genital mutilation, etc etc?

-if every door was open to everyone, everywhere? Now I'm not an idiot, I have thought this through. Think about it. If every single door, literally and figuratively, was open, what would happen? Pretty quickly the haves would have less (we have way too much anyways, who wouldn't agree with that) and at some point things would equal out. If all borders were open, and all doors, eventually (and it might take a little while) wouldn't people at some point be able to, and want to, stay in their own countries; in their own fruitful, economically viable countries?

Thanks for reading...I'm grateful for you,

Peace out.


Thank you, also, for your great writing:
Abe Janzen - Some Messy Notes Blog
Marcello di Cintio - Walls: Travels Along the Barricade
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Friday, May 22, 2015

paris...from gardens to gargoyles

Paris in the springtime is a melody, a dream, a well-worn photo - as romantic as you can imagine even if you’re just going with one of your oldest girlfriends. A couple of weeks ago, said friend and I went for a 3-day jaunt to Paris, and it was lovely. We did all the best things to do in Paris if you only have three days!

It was my friend’s first time in Paris, and her first time in Europe, and since her husband said he’d love to go if only for the people and the food, she decided I would do! So, here are my favourite things to do in Paris whether  it’s your first time or your eighth. And my best tip (if anyone should ask) is wander, wander, wander – you don’t want to miss a thing.

"To the delight of visitors and the dismay of the locals, Paris is an open-air museum. Each street is steeped in history; each cobblestone carries the weight of tradition. The ghosts of our Parisian ancestors...look down from the gargoyles above..." - sophis mas, et al., How to be Parisian Wherever You Are

Jardin du Luxembourg
Jardin Tuileries, Jardin Luxembourg – the Parisian gardens evoke a renaissance feeling, as if you’ve fallen back in time to when courted maidens strolled, twirling their parasols, up and down lanes of immaculately pruned boxwood shrubs. Grand statues, seated lions, gurgling fountains, and incredible former palaces bookend many of Paris’s best gardens – enticing your eyes and spirit in every direction.

Jardin du Luxemboug
Jardin des Tuileries
Jardin des Tuileries
When spring arrives and the clouds migrate south, Parisians flock to these oases in the middle of the city to soak up sun, meet friends, play games or to just be. Easy to walk to if you’re in central Paris, make sure to take some time to just stop and rest and watch, in any of these belle Jardins.
Jardin des Tuileries
On our first morning, we headed out of our perfectly located, teeny tiny apartment in St. Germain, picked up a coffee and an oh so delicate macaron at Ladurée. It's not the most economical breakfast, but it's definitely the most elegant (and super tasty).


St. Germain has old-school Parisian class oozing out of every brick and mortar, so wandering  through this gentrified, but gorgeous neighbourhood should definitely be on your things to do list. We wandered and gawked and kept our eyes peeled for Victoria Beckham.
 
Ladurée - 21 rue Bonaparte
Michel Aragon - 21 rue Jacob
There is also some unique, high-end shopping to be done here, whether you're window shopping or a Beckham. Pick up a parapluie at Alexander Sojfer, a designer umbrella store - for a rainy day or just because they are so darn pretty. This romantic umbrella boutique (who knew those existed) is a showcase unto its own. But these are not umbrellas you want to be leaving behind anywhere!
Alexander Sojfer - 218 bd St-Germain
Then just keep wandering towards the original le Bon Marché department store. This art nouveau building is as cool as Catherine Deneuve with just about the same spiky edges. 

le Bon Marché - 24 Rue de Sèvres
Take a tour upstairs to the writing utensil boutique and look up – the ceilings were and still are so cool that no young, up-and-comer even comes close to its style and charm.


Speaking of shopping, I would be remiss to not include my favourite department store and a Parisian classic, Galeries Lafayette. The original, on Blvd Haussmann could have been an opera house in its previous life it’s so gorgeous inside.

Galeries Lafayette - 40 Boulevard Haussmann
As faithful readers know, I love viewing a city from its oldest landmark, the river that runs through it. And well, I would argue that the Seine is the star of this show and not the supporting actress to Ms. Tour Eiffel - it just has so much character. 


Step onto a river boat at the Musée du Louvre, cruise past the Tour Eiffel and back past the Ile de la Cité and Notre Dame. Along with hearing the dark tales of the various bridges throughout the middle ages (is there a tale from the middle ages which isn’t shrouded in a heavy veil of death and ghoul) you will see up close and personal the great works of art that these bridges are. With every great river come great bridges, and Paris does them justice. 
 

A film set each unto its own, such as the Pont des Arts with its hazardously heavy love lock problem or the one I seem to traverse the most, the Pont Neuf. 


On our last night in Paris, we met two genuinely nice French Africans guys while I was taking some night shots of the city. Listening to their impressions of living in a city as vast as Paris was not surprising – it is riddled with far more have-nots jostled among the few haves; although these two through studying and sports scholarships were part of the latter group. They lived in inner Paris while most of their entire families and community lived far out in the suburbs – among 10.6 % unemployment rate, frustration, discrimination and inequality. Oh the blessing of that precious moment when someone tells you their story.

Musée d'Orsay - 1 Rue de la Légion d'Honneur
One incredible building you’ll see from water level is the Musee d’Orsay, but trust me, this building also needs to be experienced from the inside.

Musée d'Orsay
Of course Paris has some of the most prestigious museums in the world; Louvre and Pompidou to name a couple you might have heard of.  But not to take away from the masterpieces on display, the Musee d’Orsay is a masterpiece all on its own. In its former life it was the railway station, Gare d'Orsay - metamorphosing into its current grandeur in 1898. It lies on the left bank of the Seine across from Jardin Tuileries and hosts Picasso, Manet, Monet, and Gauguin to name a few of the true impressionist masters. Go on the first Sunday of the month and it’s free!

You could really spend three days in only one of Paris’s eclectic neighbourhoods. Montmartre, the Latin Quarter or the ultra trendy SoPi (South of Pigalle). They each have very distinct energies, their own unique joie de vivre. Like different breeds of pure-breed dogs – all are pretty, but as different as a Greyhound is from a Bichon Frise.


And one of the most interesting is the Marais - the Portuguese Water Dog of the bunch. Situated just north of the Seine, the Marais's down-to-earth, interesting vibe combines a rich cultural backstory with quaint vintage boutiques (Village St. Paul – rue de Rivoli), antique dealers, and food. There is a secret in Marais which only the truly determined visitor will find….even if he or she has directions. It’s a true local haunt, a neighbourhood diamond in the rough – well, it also has some rough edges of its own - and an experience in great local food.  Le Marché des Enfants Rouges. If you’re not paying very close attention you will miss it. The entrance to this expanse of a covered market, with stalls and stalls of every fresh edible thing you can imagine, along with hot scrumptious food galore, is a bit like the door to Neverland.


There is no better day than the one where I can explore a city while stopping whenever I feel the whimsical need, to café – in Paris it’s a verb. Just as crépe-ing is a verb. My brother and I, on our first trip to France, coined this very useful term. It’s minimal, explicit and when used more than once a day, very handy. We créped our way through France from north to south on one of my all-time favourite holidays, with a guy who is brilliant, funny, low maintenance and just oh so nice.
Odette - 77 rue Galande
Parisian cafés are their own time-travel machines: Café de Flore (172 bd. St. Germain) or Café le deux Magots right next door. The creative greats created here surrounded by the cool and clever of the day: Hemingway, Camus, Sartre, Beauvoir, Picasso, Joyce. I feel more intellectual with each name I type!



To truly appreciate Paris you need to go high. And I don’t mean climbing le Tour Eiffel high. I mean really high. And for the all-encompasing, million dollar view of said tower and Paris’s living river, then you need to go up the towers of Notre Dame. While up there you’ll get up close and personal with some of the coolest critters I’ve ever had the pleasure of photographing. Le gargouille.


Did you know that gargoyles were originally designed as rain spouts from high buildings, and therefore have the name that comes from 'gullet' or 'gurgling' - like the sound of water trickling down down the side of brick and stone? 


And for the darker side of Paris, head down down down, into the catacombs. Or wander the sewage canals which thankfully my friend heard about just as we needed to head for the train.


This ossuary is the resting place for the remains of over six million people. Apparently, this was the way to handle so many bones back in the day when there wasn't enough room to store them properly. Once I got past the creepy feeling of being so far underground, I began to feel an overwhelming sense of sadness - so many people. Not everyone of course feels this way; watching people snap selfies with a skull kind of made me want to throw up a little.

Keep in mind that if you want to visit the catacombs you will be standing in line for a good hour or so before descending into the coffin of millions. It is an experience.


One thing that the French do well, and I'm not talking about kissing (how would I know that?) is food. I would suggest eating like the locals do, for when in Rome... So, order a charcuterie platter with cheeses and baguette, eat escargot or my favourite Bouillabaisse, along with a terrific French wine.

Or venture out and ask some locals where they go to eat and you’ll find great bistros just around the corner, packed full of return customers. Just such a place my friend and I found for our last dining experience. AG Brasserie in St. Germain - trés incroyable! And definitely a dining experience I will repeat the next time I’m lucky enough to visit Paris.

Square du Vert Galant
…..and my very favourite thing to do in Paris…is to picnic along the Seine. The first trip I took, with my brother, when we were young and very spontaneous (ie. unorganized, unprepared, uncool) we would stop into a corner grocery and buy a baguette, a bottle of Bordeaux, some brie and head to a river bench, boardwalk or park. I highly recommend to also cop a squat in the picturesque Square du Vert Galant off of Pont Neuf or anywhere along the Seine and enjoy France’s finest cuisine a la open air.



So, if you go: Take the train - 4 hours from Frankfurt, under 3 with the Eurostar from London, or fly in. And sure stay in a hotel if you want, there are some cute ones, or take a risk and rent a local’s apartment. It’ll be small, as are most things in Europe (super-size is so passé) but worth it. Try AirBnB or Owner's Direct, but there are many more - just be smart, as always.

And for all those folks who say that the French are unfriendly…I would say, try being nice to them first. People are people, and if you were dealing with a million tourists a day you’d get totally annoyed too. Be kind, try using the few French words you know and you’ll be surprised at how friendly people are…everywhere, not just in France.
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Monday, January 12, 2015

be kind or die?

For my first post of the year I had planned on writing something inspirational; combining ideas about creativity and hope and artistic expression. The following quote had been sloshing around in my head and not letting me go:

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. – Neil Gaiman


While today I still find this quote great, there is now a dark, heavy blanket sent from Paris, smothering my light-hearted thoughts. You, readers, know that I’m not a critical writer. It’s not that I’m not a critical thinker, but I live my life and write my words being über-careful about not causing unnecesary hurt or disrespect to others. Some surely say that I err too much on the side of caution, but I think offensiveness creates barriers between us and I don’t like when I see it coming from myself or others.


So I want to write about the power of creating - using clay or paint, pencil or charcoal, pen or keyboard, piano or playdough – the materials ‘to each his own’. But, I want to discuss the idea of art within the confines of responsibility; creating while being kind. Is this a necessary discussion in order to live together as a fruitful and thriving global community?

An intelligent, artistic friend of mine, in response to my questions about Wednesday’s tragic events at Charlie Hebdo, said this,“It is of course ridiculous and appalling that people find it necessary to kill for a concept. Allah and Muhammad just cannot be that sensitive. I do believe in critical analysis and critique, especially of religion. But analysis can be done respectfully. I like the Buddhist philosophy of right speech: before you speak, consider, will it improve upon the silence? Is it kind? Is it true? Is it necessary? If all of these things aren’t true, perhaps it doesn’t need to be said. I think it’s fine for people to get angry and be offended, but to deliver a piece of truth to people in a way that inflames and disrespects, how does that advance truth? It only builds up walls between us.”


I am thoroughly moved by #jesuischarlie and #jesuisahmed for the unity it shows and because with certainty those 17 people in Paris did not deserve to die last week. I absolutely believe that a fundamental human right should be the freedom of expression and freedom of beliefs; but with the caveat that these freedoms cannot impact others negatively. And that’s where things get murky. Most people are against expressions of hate, or they should be, and those purveyors of slander, racism, bigotry, etc can be prosecuted in, I think, all democratic countries. But what of humour, satire?

“The world has become so serious that humor is a risky profession.” – Bernardo Erlich, Artist

Satire is: "The use of humour, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues" (Oxford Dictionary). I’m only asking the question: Should there be boundaries when artistic expression hurts and offends? Or should we be willing and ready to die, if not? Both could very well be ludicrous questions.

So where is the line between being creative and being disrespectful or should the two live irrespective of each other? Is art, art - without boundaries or responsibility? I think humans are pretty two-faced about it unfortunately. The stronger power who’s offended wins, right? If Hitler was around nowadays, hitting the talk show circuit promoting his ‘Mein Kampf’ wouldn’t there be an outright ban? Would he be free to express his sick views of the world even as satire or in cartoon form? Who decides?


Yesterday, I desperately wanted to join the million people rallying in Paris for unity, for freedom of speech, for just plain ol' freedom. If I had the extra 150€ I would absolutely have taken the 4-hour train ride and marched along with the normal folks, religious and world leaders, journalists, artists and every other pencil holder; in honour of those who lost their lives last week. But, I would also have been marching for the thousands or more who’ve also lost their lives because of hatred and conflict in other places around the world last week - like the 2000 women and children massacred in Nigeria. I would walk for peace and kindness – wishing that in the midst of disagreements, differences of opinions and even anger, we could all just be kinder to each other and possibly prevent some killing.



How amazing it was to see on television, Netanyahu and Abbas, along with many other world leaders, standing beside Jewish, Christian and Muslim leaders in Paris yesterday. What an incredible display of respect! Will all of us who look up to our respective world and religious leaders follow suit with those standing next to us on the street, in the bus or on the train platform? 


Why can’t we just be kinder, more respectful to each other - starting with the people who live on our street, extending all the way across the world? Don’t hate him because he looks different. Don’t belittle or make fun of her because she acts differently. Don’t disrespect or offend them because they pray differently. Don’t kill me because I believe in something different from you. Talk to each other. We don’t have to be friends, but we can be kind. Everyone. Everywhere. Why not? Then everyone could live their lives in peace - could live until nature takes its course. That is all anyone wants to do anyways - to love and live in peace, right? I, you, they, we...need to start being kind so that we will all be free.



Some say a target like Charlie Hebdo and its cartoons is just an excuse – that the plan to terrorize and hurt just needed a bullseye. Maybe art in this case was not the true catalyst of anger. An interesting blogger, Hayden Trenholm, wrote of the attacks and said, “
There is plenty of blame to go around I suppose, and we can point in every direction we want but the reality is all the blame here belongs in one place — the three men who committed these crimes and, perhaps, the half-dozen or so who abetted them. They had a mad grievance against the world and, like all grievances, it required them to point their rage somewhere. They chose to point it at a group of satirists and cartoonists but they just as easily could have pointed it at a soldier standing guard at a war memorial or a group of school children quietly going about their business in… Connecticut. The ideology of hate knows no bounds.”


So why do people begin to hate? Why do people feel isolate, disenfranchised; having nothing to lose but their lives? Isn't treating people like you want to be treated a great beginning - like dousing ice water onto the simmering embers of hate. Think about this proverb - we’ve all heard it before. Think about what it really means. How do you want to be treated by neighbours, strangers, foreigners? I think we all want to be treated fairly, respectfully, kindly. Let's do it. Employ people. Train people. Talk to people. Hear people’s stories and listen while they speak. Try to understand where they’re coming from – believe me, when you happen to land somewhere where nobody knows you, the most important thing is having people try to get to know you. Give people the opportunities that you also want to have. Share. Share. Share. 

My wish for all of us in 2015 is that we will be brave in our kindness even when others are not. Be brave as the Charlie Hebdo cartoonists were, and still are, to draw. Be brave to use pens instead of swords. Be brave to create that which builds bridges instead of walls. Be brave to be kind. What do we have to lose other than our lives?

Of all our dreams, today there is none more important – or so hard to realize – as that of peace in our world. May we never lose our faith in it, or our resolve to do everything that can be done to convert it one day into reality. -Lester B. Pearson

Thank you to Lisa Hallerbach for inspiring me with her creations and her spirit.


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Monday, February 24, 2014

the bridges of paris

Not surprisingly, Paris's bridges live up to the romantic, charismatic and dramatic neighbourhoods they join together. Like rungs on a ladder, a pretty stylish ladder mind you, the most beautiful bridges that cross the river Seine are easy to experience as you walk through your Paris travel guide. With 34 bridges in total, there are types of all kinds to see; suspension, masonry, gold, iron. See for yourself...here are but a few.

Pont Royal
Louis XIV commissioned the Pont Royal, one of Paris's oldest bridges, 
at the same time he was constructing the Palace of Versailles. It was finally completed in 1689 in the same spot where a wooden toll bridge had been erected to replace the Tuileries ferry. After being repeatedly rebuilt following fire or flood, the new construction out of stone has weathered the test of time.

Pont Royal
In 1804, at the beginning of the First French Empire, Napoleon changed its name to Pont National, installing cannons on the bridge to protect the state buildings on either side. That name nor cannons remain.

Pont de Bir-Hakeim

With impressive iron sculptures by Gustave Michel that hang in suspended animation, the Pont de Bir-Hakeim consists of one level for the Paris Métro and one for vehicles and pedestrians.
Pont de Bir-Hakeim

The Pont de Bir-Hakeim was named to commemorate the Battle between Free French Forces and the German Afrika Korps in 1942.


Pont de Bir-Hakeim

The Statue of Liberty, a pint-sized version, stands on the far side of the bridge, on the island it crosses. It was a gift to the city from the American community who call Paris home. 

Gustave Eiffel (you may have heard of him) designed and built not only his namesake tourist attraction in Paris, but also engineered the skin for Miss Statue of Liberty. Anyone who has seen Miss Liberty can tell you that she has a flawless, and apparently, hearty complexion.
Pont des Invalides

With two mason sculptures, the Land Victory on one side and the Maritime Victory on the other, the Pont des Invalides, is the lowest bridge lying across the Seine, and my personal favourite.
Pont de l'Alma

He is affectionately called, "le zouave", meaning 'fool' or 'clown''. He is steadfast, loyal, and keeps track of the Seine's water levels. Parisians go to him to see if the water is getting dangerously high, as in the great flood of 1910 when only his head was peeking out.
Pont de la Concorde

The Pont de la Concorde connects the Quai des Tuileries at the Place de la Concorde with the Quai d'Orsay on the left bank, and is Paris's hardest working bridge.
Pont Alexandre III

If it's luxury you're looking for when you're coming to Paris, then you will find it on the Pont Alexandre III. It connects the Champs-Élysées and the Eiffel Tower quarters, so naturally it would be adorned with extravagant golden cherubs, nymphs and winged horses.
Pont Alexandre III
Named after Tsar Alexander of Russia, the first stone was laid by his son, Nicholas II, in 1896. The bridge was completed four years later and leads to the Grande Palais.

Pont des Arts

Over the past many years, bridges the world over have become lovers' hotspots for committing their love to each other. You take one padlock, two keys and two hearts; secure lock on to bridge railing pledge undying love to your partner and toss the keys into the river. No lovers bridge is as famous or more popular than Pont des Arts...a city council nightmare.
Passerelle Léopold-Sédar-Senghor

Architect and engineer, Marc Mimram, designed this pedestrian crossing spaning the Seine without the use of a single pier. A recent construction, but unique in its light and seemingly magical design, the Passarelle Léopold-Sédar-Senghor, will guide you seemlessly into the enchanting Jardins de Tuileries. 
Pont Neuf

A bridge that could write a thousand books. The Pont Neuf is Paris's oldest and most experienced bridge. City life centered around the Pont Neuf during the 18th century, with every important festival, event or activity happening here. The bridge was one of the first designed with pavements to protect pedestrians from mud or carriages.

But, more importantly, the Pont Neuf was the site of possibly the world's first photograph of people in 1839. Barely unrecognizable, two workers are lying under the statue of Henry IV's shadow. C'est incroyable!








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