Saturday, December 20, 2014

Cyber Crimes

I have heard it said that "procrastination is the thief of time" but I want to now suggest that procrastination has an accomplice. And like Bonnie and Clyde or Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, these robbers get away with more than just time.  How about the theft of genuine friendships, one's sense of self or discretion/caution?  The other half of this pair of thieves is responsible.  I'm pointing my finger at social networking sites (SNS).

Perhaps the biggest irony of social networking is its erosion of genuine friendships.  It's funny (the kind you don't really laugh at) people "friend" you on some of these sites and then walk by you without so much as a smile or greeting on the street - can somebody say "UNFRIEND!"  To what end are these friendships forged?

How can SNS be responsible for the theft of self?  What does it mean to have such a sense? Is it perhaps an awareness and appreciation of who one is?  Although our environs and experiences contribute to who we are, we cannot allow social media to dictate the values we have of ourselves.  Besides the fact that people often use photo editing software before they post their pictures, people are sometimes not exactly forthright in some of the stuff they say.  To then envy, idolize and then ape someone because their SNS lives seem to reflect everything ours do not, is not a healthy mode of development.  Certainly there's nothing wrong with emulating positive characteristics; but trying to be John Brown or Mary Jane just because we think it will allow us to become the centre of everyone's attention and even envy, definitely exhibits the absence of a sense of self.  

Along with a seeming erosion of genuine friendships and loss of one's knowledge of self, is the toss of caution/discretion to the wind. Where's the How to Use manual for these things?  Some of us post anything on our social network page.  Unaware, we have let all and sundry into our lives.  People make posts of their meals, their outings, their relationships, their moods, their likes and dislikes, their religious views... Have I left anything out?  I know I'm guilty of this to a very large extent.  If I stub my toe I post "ouch".  Is there something wrong with such openness?  It is through social networking that I have reunited with friends half the world away.  I get to share even a small part of their lives through the pictures and status updates they post.  But despite this wonderful benefit, should caution be put into the recycle bin?  Some of us had better hit "undo" for though the information posted in this virtual world is to be accessed via a key pad is it really so far from the world in which we breathe?  Let's think about it, if my phone number, information regarding where I was ten minutes ago and am headed now is accessible to those who view my page (and I sometimes accept random friend requests from people I don't know) is the non-virtual me safe? 

The success of a thief hinges on his ability to catch one unaware.  After all if the owner of the house knows what time the thief is going to break in then...  Very few people see any ill in social networking.  We laugh out loud at the ones deemed extremists who think SNS is the unholy Mark of the Beast.  Albeit their take might be an example I use to teach hyperbole to my 8th graders, but then again how far off base are they?

Hmmm...

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Letter to God



Dear Eternal, All Powerful and Just Father,
          As I thought about what a letter to You might sound like, I thought about the prayers I send up daily and the fact that a letter to you would just be a prayer in print.

I thought about my intense desire for a car so that I wouldn't have to rush down my hill to catch the bus to work each day, or get squeezed to a near pulp when the conductors tried to fit twenty-five people into fifteen-seater buses. But I then thought of those who had to walk tens of miles to do manual labour all day, receive bare minimum wages then walk back home.  I thought of those who didn't need to catch a bus to any place as they didn't have jobs and instead walked the streets begging pennies so they could somehow provide a meal for the several stomachs in their shelter-less households.

I thought about my desire for a perfect partner, one who was easy on the eyes, educated and ambitious.  But I then thought of the many brilliantly handsome abusive husbands and wives and hoped that You, Omniscient One, would help their loved ones see a way out of those situations.

I thought about the scratches on my legs and arms from my dog's nails because I could only afford to take him to the vet to get his shots and not to have him shampooed and groomed.  But I then thought about those whose eyes or teeth or general health deteriorated because they couldn't afford to visit the doctor or obtain prescribed medicines.

I thought about the annoying discomfort brought about by the strains of the illness I am recovering from.  But I then thought about the physical and emotional torment of those resident of hospices the world over or who painfully upheld the laws against euthanasia.

Dear God, as I thought about the comforts that I did not enjoy and wished to have, I felt guilty.  Guilty that the things that seemed to bother me most, paled in comparison to that which was crucial.  

Suddenly my prayer was no longer about me, except to say thank You.

Amen.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Poetry: "Tis What?" - Daniele Willie

"Tis better to have loved and lost".
Whoever penned that sad refrain
Must not have felt the tempest toss
Of a heart adrift with pain...



It's better to have loved and lost?
What better could there be?
When every waking moment's spent
In pain and misery.

I'd rather to have never loved,
For ignorance is bliss.
What better than to never know...
How much of you I miss?

Thursday, December 04, 2014

Poetry: "About That..."

About that…
    by Daniele Willie


Stark-naked they glare from the pages I read,
Unabashed by their loathsome state
And Like nails against glass they grate my eyes,
Does it matter?  Is the constant debate.


Two ‘o’s or one?   ‘i.e.s’ or ‘e.d’?
Are these rules at all important?  Does it frustrate only me?
Is the reason I am bothered spurred by how I earn a cheque?
Am I hung up on traditions instant messaging has wrecked?



No more vowels and enunciation’s gone right out the door.
Don’t find it strange to rediscover what numbers are really 4
Get it str8 b4 ur left bhind n nt sure wat 2 do
Cuz everything’s phonetic now so rules where gonna screw.


Don’t start on punctuation this poems just too short for that
Whos got time for an apostrophe in the middle of a chat?
Once you read and try to get the gist of what is being said
Youll understand you shouldnt mind if grammars put to bed.


For lyphes about its changes if you like it or do not
Ask Chaucer or ask Milton for their spelling wasn’t hot
And when you barely recognize some words you thought you knew
Try not to hurt your head too much for these are transient too.



Sunday, November 30, 2014

Poetry

Pictures
- Daniele Willie



He sat one day by the ocean shore
Sat wishing that he could paint
For colours, he mused, would capture it more
Mere words were just too faint

The shimmer and glint of the morning sun
Caressing the gentle waves
And pebbles that chased them all in fun
Sweet music without the staves

A bird or two came passing by
In search of a morning meal
He watched them oh so gracefully fly
And wordless songs did peal

Alas! A fish jumped from the blue
The suddenness made him start
It playfully showed its colourful hue
Brought gladness to his heart

How foolish, he thought, to shun his script
His words with colours are fraught
They show what beauties the world is whipped
Paint pictures upon the thought


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Poetry: "Her World"

No castle wall
No noble steed
No valiant handsome prince
No glass slipper
Nor fairy-godmother
No world of make belief

No diamond ring
No minivan
No perfect picket fence
No in-law mother
Nor Betty Crocker
No world of make belief

A nine to five
A PhD
A metro card for the train
A coffee maker
Frozen dinner later
A world not make belief


- Daniele Willie

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Poetry: "To that woman"

You cannot dare chart the path that she has walked
You cannot imagine her hurt
You can't see beyond her crisp and clean clothes
The heart streaked wholly with dirt

The children she's borne can attest to her strength
The tear stains attest to her pain
The thin smile she offers you passing her way -
Faint sunshine just after much rain

She's guarded and trust is not easy at all
Though unseen her bruises are real
She's stowed all her feelings she's made them all safe
Her passion for romance is sealed

"So cold and unfeeling" you judge from afar
"Aren't women to be tender beings?"
She stares through her loving and mistreated eyes
Unknowing, you label her fiend


- Daniele Willie

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Poetry: "Funny"

So I've decided to use my blog to show some of my writing...
Give the feedback it'll help me get better... Then when I get my Pulitzer you can beam with pride cus you know you helped develop me :-)

Here goes...
I'll start with some poetry

Funny

Funny how ppl think worst of others
Funny how quickly they spread it too
Funny how fast you use up your paycheck
Funny he's married to her not you

Life's sure filled with funny moments
I'm laughing so hard it hurts
Funny being real translates to bitter
Funny my smile's a smirk


- Daniele Willie

Tuesday, August 05, 2014

The Great Equalizer

I've long learned not to use the religious clichés when trying to comfort someone who has lost a loved one.  Though I believe with all my heart that "God knows best",  I question whether someone is often ready to hear this when the pain of loss is still freshly stinging...
Regardless of the decedent's ailment and worse if they never had one, the seeming finality of death is too much to bear. 

My worst struggle with dealing with this issue however always returns to "what now?"  I spend hours just sitting wondering about what happens to that person after their breath is gone.  Was he/she a Christian?  If it were someone I knew personally I begin to mentally replay my interactions with that person and consider whether they could've seen Christ in me or if at any time I endeavoured to demonstrate or talk of my faith and the reason I have it. 

This past year has been a particularly difficult one because there have been so many deaths whether of persons within my own circle or of persons connected to the individuals within that circle.  I have on several occasions pondered whether this painful life altering experience is closing in on me or if I've only noticed the deaths because as an older person I'm more aware of what's going on around me.  After all, so many people didn't die when I was a kid...did they?

Perhaps one of the benefits of death (excuse this outrageous paradox) is it helps us put things in perspective.  It's that sobering reality that forces us to consider our purpose on this planet.  Do we have a purpose?  Is this the end all? Is there life after death?  If there is, what kind of life is it and does what we do while alive have any bearing on it?  I'm sure that at one point or another every person has wrestled with these thoughts.   My former pastor often spoke about tombstones having etched in them two sets of numbers separated by a dash.  His challenge was the significance of what we did with the dash.  When he spoke of what "we did with the dash" he was not referring to whether we went to college, paid our taxes or were kind to our neighbours...those things are great but in the grand scheme of things may possibly only affect the type of casket we get or the number of mourners present.  It's not one's economic status or educational background that facilitates the preparation either.   "What we did with the dash" more importantly refers to whether in life we prepared for death.  Some people argue there's no life after this one but I disagree with them because even nature points to the existence of God and if God exists (and the Bible says He does) why would I reject the rest of the stuff the Bible says?

It is however the promise that death is not going to win that gives me some peace...
In the immortal words of John Donne "death, thou shalt die"...

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Character Sketches

People watching is by far one of my most preferred past times.  It is a quite pleasurable thing for me to don a pair of dark glasses and merely observe the interactions of passers by.  But why would such a seemingly mundane activity give anyone pleasure?  I imagine myself a kind of artist and therefore the interactions/behaviours of persons present the opportunity for me to paint an array of verbal pictures.  Many of these persons eventually become characters in the pieces that I write.  These pictures I must add however are mere sketches and cannot...should NOT form the basis for my conclusion of the true character of a person.  After all, the age old saying is one "can't judge a book by its cover".

This adage came home very strongly to me recently after I'd gained a new friend.  For the first month at my new job it seemed that every week I saw a coworker for the first time (the staff is reasonably large and people are stationed at various points of the campus).  When I settled in somewhat I began my usual
sizing up of my new coworkers.  One person in particular initially struck me as very stern (I don't recall noticing him smile or laugh until after we'd become friendly) and I never noticed him hanging out and talking loudly with some of the others.  The extra-curricular activities he participated in were the "brainiac" ones and he usually addressed me with very formal greetings and in a rather formal tone (but then we were at work so I guess I should be appreciative of his respectful attitude).  Had I gone away with my sketch of this individual I would not have learnt that he is an affable individual.  He's a no nonsense man but he's also quite easy going and good company.


I still like people watching but I have been so strongly reminded that I should keep my impressions as sketches i.e subject to proper definition at a later date.  I hope I never become one of those persons who doesn't allow people to show me their true colours before I make a judgement on them.  Instead, as I let my kids do every time we read a novel, I hope I create character journals in which I add or subtract impressions of a character as the story develops and more of that person is revealed.


Thursday, May 29, 2014

Nice Ppl Need God Too

I have a neighbour who has a way of greeting that makes me believe he's been waiting all day/ week/ month (depending on when I see him) just to talk to me.  On occasion I've walked alongside him on our street and it's always 'touching' to hear the little kids scream his name and see them running to their front yards to wave to him as he passes.  I've seen him stop to chat with older folks too and he seems to have a great relationship with the oldest to the youngest persons in our community.  My neighbour definitely has my vote for most congenial.  Yet my neighbour doesn't know the Lord.  I muse at this because I've never ever spoken to him about the Lord.  I've never even invited him to church...
I chide myself now as I ask myself "if I find this young man so likable why haven't I shared with him something I think is such a big deal?"
 
Perhaps there are many who, like me, are more interested in trying to save 'wicked' people.  We pray for the murderers and thieves, the womanisers and drunkards but what about nice guys?  If they die without Christ don't they go to hell too?  This recognition was a definite 'slap in the face challenge' that has seriously spurred me to make some changes to my attitude and prayer life.  Changes that will make me have a greater desire as well as actually do witness to the nice people with whom I come in contact.  No one can ever be  good enough in God's eyes, Isaiah 64:6 tells us, since our best in being good is still 'filthy'.  It is only through the acceptance of God's gift of salvation through Jesus that eternal peace is assured.

I pray for my neighbour, that he will have a receptive heart while I pray that I will be a purposeful witness of Christ to him and do more than smile and wave as I pass by.