Pride.
Well, first of all, I'm a Canadian and proud to be. Lucky to be born
here, lucky that my grandmothers and great-grandfather and many
mysterious greats before that chose to move here and make a new life
for themselves. But one of the things about being Canadian is that we
are sort of expected to be self-effacing, not to try to stand out, to
try not to stand out. And not to intrude. You know the title of that
early Alice Munro book - Who Do You Think You Are? - that's a phrase
every Canadian child hears, especially when they've done or said
something that made him or her sound “too big for your britches,”
or “too proud.” So, what can I say?
I was
always proud of my father for being a veteran and a farmer. I have
always been proud of being a farmer's daughter. I was proud of my
mother for being such an enthusiastic athlete (which I could never
be). And of my brothers for becoming a nurse and a teacher/principal.
I always
enjoyed school and school work and achieved good marks. I won a free
trip to summer camp, and a free trip to Montreal in high school. I'm
also proud of my MA thesis which received an Honourable Mention as
best thesis of the year. It is titled The Indian, the 'Other,' in the
Canadian Quest for Identity: Four Prairie Novels of the 1970s
(University of Manitoba 1981) and is available on line. I'm also
quite satisfied with my many published articles, reviews, blogs, and
my book.
I'm also
“houseproud.” I guess some people think this is not a good thing,
but I love my house and I worked hard to achieve it and sacrificed a
lot in order to keep it (being “house poor”). It allows me the
luxury of working at home and being able to entertain when I so
desire.
I am
proud of my ability to travel alone and to have worked in
non-traditional employment which enabled me to be self-supporting and
independent while helping some people change their lives for the
better. I also work hard to focus and to maintain a positive and
optimistic attitude towards life. I attempt to transform empathy and
compassion into action through my writing about human rights and
spirituality, and through my passion for Canada and Canadian
literature. And I'm proud of my eye for beauty and my ability to
celebrate it in photography and visual arts.
Of
course, I have a lot of things I cannot do, and am not proud of, but
we don't talk about those.
Links:
My
Dancing
With Ghosts: A Cross-Cultural Education
is available through the Canadian Museum For Human Rights website
http://share.humanrightsmuseum.ca/writing/dancing-with-ghosts-a-cross-cultural-education/
and also on my own blog
http://www.dancingwithghostsaneducation.blogspot.ca/
along with my other attempts Imagine Canada 2017
http://www.imaginecanada2017.blogspot.ca/
We Are All Accomplices http://weareallaccomplices.blogspot.ca/2013/03/good-things-about-nanaimo-letter-to.html
Human Writes Activist (Amnesty International Book Club responses) http://www.humanwritesactivist.blogspot.ca/
CanLit: A Passion For Place http://canlitplace.blogspot.ca/2013/10/reading-list.html
Earthabridge http://www.earthabridge.blogspot.ca/
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