The wind stirred me up today, but during and after yoga class this evening, I heard and felt the wind in sync with my breathing, and it felt right.
I’m still processing the events surrounding the G8/G20 summit in Toronto last weekend. I played a small part, by participating in the peaceful protest organized by Greenpeace, Oxfam and others. The sheer numbers of people who turned out, and the diversity of ages, races, causes, genders, etc. were impressive. And the atmosphere, as we marched from Queen’s Park down University Avenue, was festive. We weren’t angry, we just wanted our voices to be heard. From my perspective, the summits were an egregious waste of money – money that could have been directed towards climate change initiatives or concrete actions aimed at addressing the shameful poverty that exists in Canada and throughout the world. The whole lead-up to the event, including the scare tactics used by police to intimidate protesters, and the ridiculous fake lake farce set the stage for what was inevitable – the vandalism. And I am disgusted that the media was, for the most part, typical in its reaction. Over and over, they played the clips of the cruiser on fire, and the black-clad figure smashing the plate-glass window.
Scant seconds of coverage featured the peaceful majority that were there to exercise their democratic rights.
I’ll sign off now and hope that something good comes out of all this, though I don’t have a clue what it will be.