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I’m up late, which is usual for a Friday night. Snow is coming down softly. Earlier today it was all about large, soft flakes, but now it’s a misty powder under the one streetlight sort of near our house, but, really, it’s so dark out it’s hard to see the rest of it. I’m calmed by what’s happening outside, and often I am out there soaking it in, but not tonight.

But wait, I just stood on the front porch, breathing in that smell of snow, that cold, beautiful scent. It’s as much a part of me as peepers are in the spring or crickets in mid- and late-summer.

Sometime today, for it is technically Saturday, the dick-tator is supposed to extend his chaotic reign of power by extending tariffs on the country I live in. The country of which I’m now also a citizen in. A country that has traditionally been close to the USA. It doesn’t make sense at all, much like any of his decisions. I’m pretty sure he’s just trying to gain control of natural resources and using fear (and arrogance/bullying), including Albertan oil sands, the Arctic—now melting—same reason he’s going after Greenland. There’s plenty of opposition here. Not so much in the province that is in his court and has no backbone (not all Albertans, for sure, just probably enough to vote in PP).

Anyway, my point is that despite this turmoil, I see a great, beautiful uprising against Shrimp. Even if his chapter in history wins, it’s only temporary, and in a weird way it lifts up opposition, art, kindness, and more. It encourages us to help our communities and people being trampled upon. I’ve noticed that though there’s a lot of complicity and despondency, there’s definitely a growing resistance, which will eventually stomp out this craziness. We have to remember this. I realized that, at least for me, I will not succumb to fear but am more challenged than ever to resist. And so many people are. I can see it everywhere.

 

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