The summer of 2021 has been a rollercoaster ride in every way. Covered by a heat dome, our little valley reached 40+ degrees Celsius, an oppressive and unusually high temperature on the coast of the island. We have moved on to temps in the mid to high teens, more like fall than late summer. The one constant has been dryness. With the exception of a few hours of light rain a week or so ago, we have not had rain since June 15th. Climate change is at our back door, banging loudly, trying to grab our attention before it's too late. Our serious drought conditions have sparked fires, devastating forests and wildlife, ravaging homes and hopes.
And the world at large? Yikes! I'm hesitant to open
news feeds for fear of what I'll see. The heartbreak of Haiti, once again suffering
from the forces of nature, their plight overshadowed by the endless news cycle
that excitedly pounces on the next traumatic or dramatic event. The people of
Afghanistan, a seemingly endless war ending, yet they will continue to be torn
apart as their country gropes for equilibrium—the fear that it will forever be
out of reach and that women, in particular, will suffer for it. The US battle
for democracy; unrelenting images of unrest, violence, and racism—politicians
spewing hatred on all media platforms.
Closer to home, Indigenous nightmares exposed, people crying out in horror and solidarity, then moving on to the next news item. Our government seemingly insensitive to the plight of our forests, our waters, our people. Calling an election when none is needed rather than using funds more productively.
Then there's Covid. Containment was in sight in our little corner of the world. In reach. But we removed a mask mandate too soon. We tore them off and invited travellers to visit. At the same time. Did no one consider the scientific concept of introducing one variable at a time? There was always going to be a spike, but our spike is higher than it needed to be, and continues to grow. Rather than extinguishing Covid here, so that we can fully support needier countries in achieving the same goal, we have fanned the flames and will continue to focus on us. I'm also seeing the same unrest and racism, the same vitriol, spewing from mouths of citizens and politicians alike, that we see in the States. It is not the Canada I thought I knew. My naiveté is a hard realization.
Those are the dips in the rollercoaster this
summer—scraping the bottom, sparks of anger and angst mingling with the weight of
sadness. But just as daylight follows night, a rollercoaster car climbs after
descent, right? That was the premise I opened with…a ride of ups and downs. I
planned on highlighting the climb by listing counterpoints for each negative
news story with equally large positive ones. Sadly, I couldn't think of any. At
a loss, I Googled, and could find no major good news stories in the past few
months.
Don't get me wrong. There have been many wonderful small
moments, mostly locally, mostly in my own life. In the valley, good deeds
abound and our charity organizations are well led and sustained. Local businesses are coming alive again, and
in my community, they reach out and support one another. While the weather has
created chaos, it has also allowed patios, outdoor markets, and outdoor activities
to once again thrive. We are now able to gather with a few friends, and I am so
lucky that my friends believe in science and are as diligent as we are in
thinking about the safety of everyone in our community. I haven't been anemic
for the last few years, so I was able to give blood for the first time in my
life and look forward to doing so regularly. We expected to say goodbye to one
of our pups last summer, but she's graced us with her presence for another year.
A beautiful new baby was added to our friend-family circle. I have a new book
coming out and several in the cooker. The goodness bounty is plentiful in my
small sphere.
But what of its absence on a larger scale? Is it
because media, social and mainstream, is powered by negativity and there is no
money in "good" news? Or am I looking at it wrong? A series of small celebratory
moments—active empathy, helpful deeds, personal successes, recognizing the
goodness in people, the wonder of our planet—surely adds up? Analogous to the
saying that a single twig breaks, but a bundle of twigs is strong, these small
celebratory moments, banded together and wrapped in a hopeful ribbon, become as
impactful as a single large positive event, don't they? Is it enough to power
that cart back up the track to the top of the rollercoaster?
I sure hope so.
