Summer lands at last.

Been almost two weeks since I blogged. Busy time in some ways. My "racism" column hit the street the day after the Pope put out an Encyclical on Distributive Justice. I'm in good company. No overt reactions yet. I suspect seething in some quarters. Couple of funerals…one very strange.

Had a bit of a scare the other day. My vision has been bothering me, so I made an eye appointment. Then it occurred to me that it might be another stroke in the visual cortex. a sit in ER, and a careful exam dispelled my anxieties. The eye Dr. thinks all the tearing I did during pollen season dried my eye, right eye, and so there are dry spots on the cornea. Drops prescribed, and another visit next week.

I'm finally getting back to swimming after some weeks of snorkeling…which is less exercise. I'm out of form, drank a lot of water the first day back. Tomorrow I go straight to the swim. How many lengths in 45 minutes? I have to re educate my body. Work is recovery; recovery is work.

Tomorrow is the big stampede parade. Two bands, and a long line of horses and dignitaries in vintage cars. End result: horse poop on the streets. Candy for the kids, and a few soakers shot into the crowd. Even some real cowboys, as well as a few old farts pretending to be cowboys. Not me. I stand at the side and watch…for awhile. Leave the car at home. No parking downtown. A zoo. BUT…hotdogs at the UCC.

Two Sundays I have tried to deal with the TRC (Truth and Reconciliation Commission) regarding Indian Residential Schools. Tough in a basically racist community. Not everyone, but a lot of the old guard, who live with the long past and want to forget it. My guess: two generations to get it moving, if everyone works t it.

Tonight it's HOT, like 28 DEGREES AT 9;45. Tine to pack it in. Five thirty and the pool comes early. Nighty nite.

Steaming…

Almost two weeks since my last posting here. What have I been doing? Ministerial stuff mostly. An extra Sunday added to my roster, a gong-show funeral thrown in, plus dealing with the sulking of a Lodge Brother who is behaving like a ten year old. Granted, this takes little physical energy, but emotionally it’s draining and it feels like it uses up hours of time.

My “racism” column hits the newsstand next week. Perhaps I’m catastrophizing, but I expect a good deal of flack for this piece. For one thing, it calls out the Rednecks in my circle. They are not likely to be silent, although whether they will speak to me, or about me is a moot point. They won’t like it a bit that I have challenged their preferred vision of the world. They will write me off as a woolly-headed liberal, not worth their time, but they will be pissed off that I have maligned their home place. I intend to have coffee somewhere else that week. Call me a coward, but coffee time is for relaxing, reading and talking calmly with friends. It is not, in my books, for rancorous arguments about issues central to the country’s life.

Returned to the pool today at noon to see how the rehabbing of my arm is going. Swam six lengths, and found the breathing hard work. Out of shape. Disturbing to me was the fact that as I climbed out of the pool, I was dizzy enough to stagger, and felt unwell for a good half hour. Was it too much swimming? Was it the climb out of the pool? I’ll return to try again later this week, and swim a bit less. A moderate return to the 1-kilometer swim is clearly in the cards. Snorkeling is so much easier, with regular breathing going on, and no upper body exercise.

I’ve stayed up late because I am upset by a disturbing email from the bride to be in the wedding I’m conducting in Toronto in October. There has been a major misunderstanding between us. I maintain she used the wrong language in describing what she wanted of me; it is also clear that I could have/should have asked for precise clarification at the outset. I am annoyed that I have wasted time reading up on pagan rituals rather than hunting down a completely secular wedding service. Perhaps now I can sleep, having written this. G’night.

Truth, yes. Reconciliation? A very long and arduous process…

This week has been filled with heart-wrenching images on the TV, and in my community. The seven or eight year process of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission would down to a conclusion, with the presentation of it’d final, six volume report to the Canadian public. The morning long presentation was moving and dignified, as the witness of over 7000 former students of Indian Residential schools in Canada presented their collected pain and wisdom to the population of the country. The emotional tome was palpable, but muted, as the speakers shared their process  for all to see. At the conclusion of the event, the large crowd gave the Commissioners, Justice Murray Sinclair, Dr. Marie Wilson, and Chief Wilton Littlechild and lengthy standing ovation. The one ominous note in that final process was that the Federal Minister of Aboriginal Affairs refused to stand , or to applaud the Commissioners. The signal from out Federal Government was clear. They had little intention to honour the 94 recommendations of the report born out of the suffering of Aboriginal people.

The Canadian government – the so-called “Harper Government”- refuses to sign the Human Rights document on the Rights of Aboriginal People, and refuses to strike a National Inquiry into the deaths of thousands of Aboriginal women. These points of resistance were reiterated non-verbally at the conclusion of the event. Most telling for me was the non-attendance of the Prime Minister of Canada at this event. The palpable pain of the survivors of the schools and their children was basically refused acceptance by our government. No commitment was made on their behalf to enter into a dialogue of reconciliation  with the Aboriginal People.  Then facts emerging from the Commissions life seemed to have little effect on our leaders. That between 6000 and 12000 children died in the schools between 1880 and 1990 apparently had little impact on our political leaders. The fact that the death rate among the schools inhabitants occurred at the same rate – 1 in 25 persons – as the death rate among Canadian troops in WW2 – 1 in every 25 soldiers.

The insensitivity, even cynicism of our government – Harper’s government – was demonstrated when less than 24 hours after the Commission’s presentation, the Feds grabbed centre stage with a report on the shooting up of Parliament Hill by a deranged new-Muslim “terrorist” – a man clearly unbalanced and insane individual . The fear factor once again was used to swing attention away from the pain of the Aboriginal population back toward the government’s “fear:” agenda. Heartless cynicism and pure partisan agenda was deliberately set out to derail the purpose of the Commission.

The following day, the lukewarm Prime Minster did attend the closing ceremonies f the Commission, and had the temerity, the unmitigated gall to join hands with native leaders to prayer for the advancement of reconciliation between races in Canada, when his spoken and unspoken declarations are clear: he intends to do nothing, or as close to nothing as he can manage.

On that sad and depressing note I must stop. It is 3:30 in the AM, and in two hours I must walk 5 kilometers…recovery remains a high priority for me.