A renewal of faith in people...
Lately I've been getting stressed out about going to my hotmail inbox. Almost afraid to open emails because of the heavy flow of negativity that has been plaguing our rural collective. There had even been a possibility of that negativity being mirrored in the Ottawa scene. It seemed that poetic communications were all out of wack, including on a national level.
Tonight I opened my email account to find a well written and harmonious email from an Ottawa poet who felt there was a hole in the Ottawa scene. There was no place for the members of the muslim community who are strict about not frequenting places with alcohol to go out an slam. Two poets decided to create a space for them, but in doing so had chosen dates so close to the other slam that it seemed like unfair competition. Another member of the community pointed that out, very diplomatically I might add, and then we waited...a week went by with no response. Tonight the poet with the new event wrote a beautiful email about their intentions, and their rescheduling of their event so as not to interfere with the already established slam. It was awesome to open my email to find a positive act of listening and response. Of cooperation and compromise.
I have scheduled an emergency meeting with the rural collective. I know that we can work this out. That in the end the poetry should be the point, and not the fundraising, or the competition, or the personal politics. Opening that email tonight reminded me that talking things out is the best way.
Today has been good. I got a really positive review of my CD on the TPS site, front page and Bumblebee has gotten back into her sleeping groove. I've cut out milk and milk products so that I can help her skin go back to baby smooth. There really isn't anything I wouldn't do for her (well except maybe have another child and then use that child as a donor for bone marrow..."My Sister's Keeper" really freaked me out.), I just want her to be healthy and happy.
In other top secret news. I finally convinced Jono to confess. His anniversary gift to me is, wait for it, an electronic crib board. Are you jumping for joy? No? Then you don't know me and my infinite love of crib. When my Dad comes to town we play game after game. Jono just doesn't have the stamina to keep up with my love of the game. So he has designed a program and is BUILDING an electronic crib game from scratch so that we can play when we travel, but also I can play by myself. Now that is love. Real love. And all I bought him was a cotton T-shirt.
Tonight I opened my email account to find a well written and harmonious email from an Ottawa poet who felt there was a hole in the Ottawa scene. There was no place for the members of the muslim community who are strict about not frequenting places with alcohol to go out an slam. Two poets decided to create a space for them, but in doing so had chosen dates so close to the other slam that it seemed like unfair competition. Another member of the community pointed that out, very diplomatically I might add, and then we waited...a week went by with no response. Tonight the poet with the new event wrote a beautiful email about their intentions, and their rescheduling of their event so as not to interfere with the already established slam. It was awesome to open my email to find a positive act of listening and response. Of cooperation and compromise.
I have scheduled an emergency meeting with the rural collective. I know that we can work this out. That in the end the poetry should be the point, and not the fundraising, or the competition, or the personal politics. Opening that email tonight reminded me that talking things out is the best way.
Today has been good. I got a really positive review of my CD on the TPS site, front page and Bumblebee has gotten back into her sleeping groove. I've cut out milk and milk products so that I can help her skin go back to baby smooth. There really isn't anything I wouldn't do for her (well except maybe have another child and then use that child as a donor for bone marrow..."My Sister's Keeper" really freaked me out.), I just want her to be healthy and happy.
In other top secret news. I finally convinced Jono to confess. His anniversary gift to me is, wait for it, an electronic crib board. Are you jumping for joy? No? Then you don't know me and my infinite love of crib. When my Dad comes to town we play game after game. Jono just doesn't have the stamina to keep up with my love of the game. So he has designed a program and is BUILDING an electronic crib game from scratch so that we can play when we travel, but also I can play by myself. Now that is love. Real love. And all I bought him was a cotton T-shirt.