This is a photo of a poor neglected critter not too far from where I live. There are scores of these poor guys in Edmonton. I have heard that rabbits like these are often not wild rabbits, they are rabbits that were adopted as pets for Easter and people decided they didn’t have the resources to take care of them and set them loose. Australia had a very serious problem with rabbit overpopulation (hey-they breed like rabbits!) They actually had to release a disease that killed them off by the thousands to cull the population. Sometimes I wonder, even though it does seem a bit inhumane, why they don’t capture these rabbits and use them for food or even simply their pelts. As far as food, apparently you don’t want to eat any rabbit that lives within 50 miles of a city, they are full of rancid polluted water and waste. As for the pelts I don’t know. I had a friend who worked in leathers and he was able to make gloves and such from rabbit, but that may be different kinds of rabbits than the ones we see around Edmonton.
Well, I don’t really think I have a terrible lot to say today. There is something I want to address, up until recently I had a problem with two things that made my whole life very difficult. One was that I had a very hard time getting up and getting going for things I had to do, and the other is that I never seemed to be able to stick to a schedule. Lately I have gotten a lot better about these things (thankfully-I had a strong feeling that this would doom me to unemployment and even extremely poor health-imagine never being able to keep Doctor’s appointments and such). One of my problems though was time management and it has been incredibly changed by me buying an iPhone. I have a friend with one and he is constantly checking it for appointments and adding or removing things. The iPhone makes things so easy, you just scroll through a few options, type in what you need to do and where and you can even set alerts for a day ahead or an hour ahead, and also a second alert. I thought just having a phone was a huge difference in my life, but now I am feeling a lot more confident about being able to stay on track, take on different things. I was never able to keep a day timer before, but now I took the leap and it is kind of exciting.
So, as many of you may know, I try to keep to a kind of ‘life skills’ theme, focused on people who either have or treat or have family members with mental illness. I think a lot of what I have to say applies to many types of people though. What I wanted to address today is pets. Pets can be so amazing for people, just the other day I met an incredible dog that changed my mind about dogs forever. I also like cats a lot, but now I see how much fun a dog could be. I have only had a few pets in my life, a couple of gerbils and a hamster, and it was amazing how much they changed me. My first pet, a gerbil I named Leo was so much fun. I would let him out of his cage and he would climb into my hand, run up my arm and either sit on my head if I lowered it, or he would shimmy down and go into my shirt pocket. It was an amazing experience to have another creature to care for, and having him helped me through one of the most difficult times of my life. I will never forget watching a documentary about a senior’s home where a cat they had in common among all the residents would actually know when a person was going to pass away and would go and just sit with them until they were gone. Dozens of studies have proved that a pet lowers blood pressure and heart rate and other important health indicators.
I can’t remember if I had talked about him before in this blog, but I had a pet once who was pretty incredible. His name was Lilleven, which was Danish for little friend and he was so loving to each of the five members of our family. When he died I thought I would never have another pet. I have had pets since him, but I still like to honor his memory by getting others to name their pets after him and to talk and write about him. I won’t get too far into that here, I just want to stress that anyone who is dealing with a mental health issue should consider even something small like a gerbil or guinea pig, they can add new meaning to one’s life. I remember a story I heard when I was a teenager about a woman who was in a serious state of depression and would have tried to kill herself but stopped because she realized that no one would take care of her cat if she were gone. That is a pretty powerful reason to have a pet, it can actually save your life!
I will lay that topic to rest for now. Today is my departed cousin’s birthday. His name was Frank Hansen and he was a very kind and friendly man. I don’t know for sure if I met him when we were kids and I was in Denmark, but we connected for a time on Facebook and I had made plans to one day go and visit him and his family. His sons today posted to Facebook a picture of them laying flowers on his grave and it made me feel very sad. It has been three years since he passed away and they are still having a hard time coping. I totally understand what they are going through, some years back my mom passed away and not a day, not and hour goes by without me thinking of her. Every time something good happens, every time I feel like I need to talk to someone who cares no matter what I think of my mom. What I was told that my grieving process may never end, and that is fine with me. Over time I have learned to cope with my feelings but I don’t get them out as much as I would like. Shortly after my mom passed, my Psychiatrist told me with the utmost of compassion that losing your parents is something that happens to all of us. In a way I thought my mom and I had a special relationship because we both had a mental illness and both knew the state of hopeless desperation, but in reality, a mom is a pretty special person to probably 998 out of a thousand people. Nothing in the world is more important than being a mother, there would be no people if it weren’t for mothers and there would be a lot more carnage in this world if mothers didn’t teach their kids just about everything about life. To get in a good word for Catholics, I should mention that Mary, mother of Jesus was the first Saint and is held high above all humans because she was holy enough to carry the son of God in her womb.
Anyhow, I hope people out there have been enjoying this blog. As I always I welcome your comments, I want to thank the people who have been commenting, though I feel you are all being a little too kind! 🙂 As always, I want to stress that I am writing this blog in the hopes of helping people and reducing the stigma surrounding mental illness, so feel free to contact me any time at my person email, email@example.com
This is Pyramid Lake, where my family goes each year around this time. The small island is where we scattered my mother’s remains a few years ago.
Peter Hemingway (Coronation)
It was hot today and I was waiting in the sun for another downtown run
I squinted in the bright sunlight admiring pigeon-angels taking flight
They soar in search of usable waste, then glide gracefully down to take a taste
If I had some fries I would share, these are such beautiful creations and I care
I wish I could feed the world and these scavenging birds but all I have is words
In my heart I feel such strong emotion, a feeling not unlike devotion
The animals and trees and grass and sky, they all give me some new kind of high
I wait just long enough then from far off I see my bus
I board the number five and marvel at how in the summer this city is alive
Rabbits, magpies, gulls geese and blue jays, oh God in heaven bless these warm days
The bus takes me along to where I see the river, our provider, our forgiver
A million green and glorious trees swaying gently in a cool north country breeze
But as the route continues all goes dead no more trees just financial towers instead
Soon though I pass downtown and once more trees grass and parks abound
I ring the bell to sound the call I am disembarking at the mall
As I leave the bus the perfume perfection of lilac trees surrounds and enraptures me
What a time in life to walk through a park then write poems until dark
I want to paint for you a picture all in words of these things I’ve seen and heard
How I walked to the swimming pool and dove into water deep, blue and cool
And then I sweated all my cares away in the hot tub to cap off the day
Now I feel as though I were newly born, just a little time left for TV and popcorn
Colder days haven’t escaped all thought, but hey-these summer days were bought
I also have so many awesome friends; cold weather doesn’t mean the fun must end
Edmonton is truly dear to me, here my heart soars like an eagle, strong and free
June 8, 2015