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Faith in Possibility...and Saving Sea Scallops

The snow is coming down again, creating a veil in front of the view of the mountain outside my window. My toes are cold, despite thick socks. Winter is washing over me once again, and I'm reminded it's only March 1st. In Calgary, I wouldn't have even considered spring yet. I've been spoiled living on the coast, and the Okanagan has offered enough breaks in the bitterness to tease me into wishful thinking.

Then again, it's supposed to be +6 by Monday. Not too shabby.

I noticed, while ducking under the juniper in the front yard with Violet who was discovering the magic of drainpipe water, that there are buds poking their way out of the soil already. They, too, had a taste of warmer weather and got eager. Since then my eyes have been laser focused on green. I've noticed how much more "homey" the living room is, now, with our latest Pinterest project lining our walls with spider plants. I've also noticed that my fairy garden needs some TLC, as tiny fingers have prodded into the rocks enough times to dislodge some roots. Poor things. Mind you, if the plants can take it, each chance Violet has to get her fingers dirty is a valuable one. I won't be too hard on her.

Green seems to make everything better - more alive, more tangible, more beautiful. And as a theme in my own life, it seems to wind its way through like ivy up a collegiate wall, coloring and covering the tarnished brick with verdancy.

On Facebook this morning, my best friend posted a rather dire report about the sea scallops in Qualicum Beach and the acidity of the ocean (see the link below). It's scary to consider the massive impact we have on the planet in our cultural compulsion to consume. It's scarier, however, to think that the people that truly care about these consequences, who care about "the planet", are losing faith. Everything is the story we tell, and if we start telling ourselves it is hopeless, what chance do we ever have to save the scallops?

I use my daughter as a point of reference for almost everything now - in my writing, in my choices, in my habits and opinions - and it helps me stay afloat the pessimism. She's here now. I made her from scratch and threw her into this crazy mess of a planet. So what now? There are always problems. But that also means there are always solutions. The beauty of creativity is that it makes something where nothing was before - where the void of despair is filled with the promise of change. I don't have a clue as to what can be done about rising ocean levels or potentially poisonous pipelines, but someone might. Maybe it will be Violet. Do I dare deny that possibility? How fair is that to her, or the rest of the generation that will come after us?

I have this argument on a more generic level frequently with my husband. He is somewhat of a pessimist. His stance on life is that if he puts too much faith in other people, or positive possibilities, he risks the chance of being taken advantage of. God forbid anyone make a fool out of him, or me, for that matter. My point of view is different. I say, take a risk and believe that people are good and things will work out. Maybe it's a luxury to think this way, because people have always shown me reasons to have faith in them. Life has been good to me, and trust in people has paid off. Regardless, the only real power we have no matter the situation in life is our own attitude and perspective. And I choose to live positively.

It just feels so much better.

And as for the scallops, it is an agonizing shame. But it is not the end of the story...

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