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Marshalling resources…

February 22, 2010

There are times,

I feel guilty,

that my children,

aren’t growing up,

with religion,

but then I remember,

that guilt,

is the sole purpose,

of religion,

as it is articulated,

through man…

Last week I watched a group of people,

singing with false harmony,

outside of Sochi 2014 at Science World…

The crowd around them were mediating reality,

with their IPhone cameras,

like crazy,

because they believed these people,

to be authentic,

Russian folksingers…

A young bottle blond approached me,

as she handed out,

cards of prophecy…

She said,

When you’re having hard times you just have to ask Jesus into your heart…

He is always there for you…

I must have given here one of my looks because she quickly added,

I’m not trying to push my ideas on you…

I said, nicely,

Oh yes you are…

Why don’t you tell your truth…

That’s what Jesus wants…

And I’m getting a message from him right now…

He’s telling me that you should stop talking about what you think he was saying,

and just BE IT…

When I’m having a tough time I lean on a shot of Russian vodka,

triple-filtered,

and quadruple distilled…

I handed back her card,

in the name of old growth,

and my own green lies…

On Thursday I accompanied Starshine’s class for a walk around town,

to see Olympic sights…

At the 2010 Aboriginal Pavillion a man was dressed,

in traditional costume…

And he made himself available,

for photos…

A real Imaginary Indian,

right before my very eyes…

He voiced a frozen mantra,

Thank you for being here,

I am so happy in my heart,

as he stood in the middle of crowds of tourists,

snapping pictures of hypocrisy…

I tried to feel his heart while I sat down to eat oven roasted turkey breast and Swiss,

on a baguette…

My bull-shit detector didn’t show a smiley face…

When Starshine walked over to me after her class photo opportunity,

I asked how that was for her…

She said,

It felt weird…

Yesterday afternoon I was totally on the band wagon…

Starshine and Little Gem came home just in time to sit down for the 4:30 face-off at Canada’s Hockey Place,

watching live feed on my MacBook…

I make sure that when I’ve done something I’m not proud of in the name of parenting that I apologize,

tout de suite…

And I make every effort to learn from,

and not repeat,

my mis-takes…

On Hockey Day in Canada I was feeling superficial remorse for not raising my girls with steady faith,

in our national religion…

It is their signature fashion to be accommodating and reassuring,

when I’m off my rocker…

They both chirped,

That’s okay Mama,

you make really good at other things,

like making schnitzel…

Hockey and church don’t do it for us anyway…

We’re moving to the beat of a different drum…

When I was riding home from Costco at 3:45 Pacific Standard Time yesterday,

my bike basket full of fresh baguettes,

and my head protected from the red and white throng by a Tony Hawk,

I ran into two young American hockey fans at the corner of Main and Union…

I wished them and their team the best of luck…

Even though I was cheering for my home team,

I always have enough love to go around…

They thanked me for my support,

and asked me for directions to the closest bar or restaurant ,

where they could watch the game…

As I gave their request my best shot,

a car pulled up tight along the curb where we stood,

the driver slapped his horn and flipped the bird at these two young Americans in their hockey jerseys,

while driving a top speed…

I asked them if they’d experienced a lot of this kind of behaviour as they stroll the city…

They said that they had…

Some of the taunting was funny,

and some of it was down right scary…

I offered a collective apology,

and I felt sad in my heart…

Hockey has a lot of growing up to do…

And so do sports fanatics…

Medals don’t come easy…

By joining right action with right prayer,

we may have a hope in hell,

of turning lead,

into gold…

We have blood, and we have grace…

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