The Beautiful World We Live In

Shortly after I posted my last entry, I went for a walk around Point Pleasant Park. The BeeGoddesses were supposed to come along, but the one who landed in hospital during the Holidays couldn’t make it. So I went on my own — a feat for me when you think about how much I hate the cold and, moreover, how sedentary I am. But walking is all part of the Reform of Maurice.

To be sure it was cold this afternoon; despite the glorious sunshine it was only -10C (15F). But how truly pleasant Point Pleasant is! Since 1866, nearly 1,000 acres of the southern tip of peninsular Halifax has been preserved as a forest surrounded by the sea on three sides. The way the sun shone through the branches and on the snowy pathways, I could think of only one phrase, in French, to describe what surrounded me: “C’est beau à fendre l’âme”. Roughly translated, “So achingly beautiful that it feels as though your soul is splitting.”

I’m one of those fortunate people who can create a near vacuum in his mind — really think of nothing. Just be. However, I did have a few thoughts run through my mind as I walking, specifically about what I had just posted in this blog. And I realized a few things.

First, that this park in which I was walking seemed so disconnected, so far from today’s horrors (a.k.a. politics).

Second, try as they may, humans will never be able to create from scratch anything as intricate as a forest.

Third, I’m not the hard-nosed, non-spiritual person I often pose as being.

Now back at home, I’m seeing the full moon rise over the harbour and I’m thinking that it really is a beautiful world. Too bad humans are so bent on destroying it.

The Scary World We Live In

I know that, for the most part, I would be preaching to the choir if I attempted to express my position on the pending U.S. war in Iraq. So I won’t bother. Besides, Adam of Words Mean Things has succinctly written what I’m thinking and feeling (and thank you to Adam for pointing to that SFGate article by Mark Morford).

Meanwhile, around the world today, including here in Halifax, people are marching for peace. But even in 2003, we’re still at the point where the peace movement, not the military, is the entity that has to hold bake sales to fund their activities. And I’m sure that the distinguished Haligonian Muriel Duckworth, still vibrant and spry at 94, will be there.

Turn back the clock. It’s June 1, 1995. I’m boarding a plane at Boston’s Logan Airport, heading to London. And I have the misfortune of sitting next to a software developer who’s working on a new computer game. He’s loud and obnoxious, and the game he’s working on is called Back to Baghdad — working tagline at the time: “To finish the job Bush didn’t finish.”

I wondered if he was a typical American. And I was glad I was vacationing in Europe, not the U.S.

I haven’t thought back much to this slimey fellow in the 8 years since I met him on that AA flight. I never bothered finding out if he got his game to market. But after a quick search on the Web today, I now know that the game was launched in late 1996. No word on its success, though.