Monday, January 2, 2012

Ramblings from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, North America, Earth, the Galaxy, the Universe

I often glance in the mirror when I'm washing my hands, or brushing my teeth or blow drying my hair and think of the ancestry that is in my blood, my body, my face.  Somewhere along the line, my ancestors were French, Polish, English, Scottish, Ottawa Valley Native, and Irish.  

In two hundred years, my descendants will be at least partly Canadian.  Will they have my Polish nose, my squinty smile?  For that matter, whose Polish nose and squinty smile am I walking around with?  I look like my Mum - do we look like our Great-Great-Great Grandmother?  

With Mum in Trinidad
My mother carried me in her womb, birthed me, raised me and let me go - just as I am doing for Audrey, and she will do for her children, and her children will eventually do.  Some cultures worship their ancestors.  Ours almost does the opposite of that.  I have very little knowledge of my family past my Grandparents', and even that knowledge is fairly limited.  What a shame.  I'm feeling a pull to create something - to be immortalized in art, literature, music, or through contribution to my fellow people - because I was here.  Until my dying day I will love my daughter, and some day her children, and their children. Thirty isn't too young to consider one's mortality right?  How 2012 of me.

Oddly enough the most pressing matter at hand, is that someone in this room pooped, and I'm pretty sure it was Audrey.  Doody duty calls.
Until next time....


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