feeling a bit old, and not.
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daLast night d. and I went to sleep at 10:15. I woke up feeling creaky.
In this morning's paper, I was most enthusiastic to read the obits. And a piece about some musician close to death.
The obit that made the most impression on me was yet another "I remember" piece from a reader, about Sheela Basrur, a doctor and public servent who was Ontario's public face during the 2003 SARS crisis. At the time I asked d. how the public service sector managed to hire such an intelligent spokesperson. Since she died on Monday, the Globe and Mail has printed a large number of remembrances; today's was from a 25-year-old woman whose career in health care were directly chosen because Basrur immediately stood out to her, as well; in her case, first as an ethnic minority and a woman; then, for her career and dedication to improving healthcare. And they met, and Basrur backed her up when she got a panel of male doctors mad at her at a conference. It just made me smile.
And the Arts section profiled Oliver Schroer, a violinist with leukemia who expects he has one concert left in him. And two CDs. And whatever else comes together. Dude! The article makes me wish I were half as energetic and focused and upbeat with whatever time I do have left.
So yeah. I'll keep feeling old-and-young. It probably helps that I seem to have slept 9.5 hours last night. So aside from being a bit creaky, and obsessed with death this morning, I feel great.
Also, some of that Oliver Schroer guy's music is beautiful- one of his CDs is from walking the Camino de Santiago through France and Spain and recording music in some of the churches he passes through. Tis haunting, and I expect I'll buy it in physical form instead of via itunes, because it comes with a booklet with photos of the churches.
In this morning's paper, I was most enthusiastic to read the obits. And a piece about some musician close to death.
The obit that made the most impression on me was yet another "I remember" piece from a reader, about Sheela Basrur, a doctor and public servent who was Ontario's public face during the 2003 SARS crisis. At the time I asked d. how the public service sector managed to hire such an intelligent spokesperson. Since she died on Monday, the Globe and Mail has printed a large number of remembrances; today's was from a 25-year-old woman whose career in health care were directly chosen because Basrur immediately stood out to her, as well; in her case, first as an ethnic minority and a woman; then, for her career and dedication to improving healthcare. And they met, and Basrur backed her up when she got a panel of male doctors mad at her at a conference. It just made me smile.
And the Arts section profiled Oliver Schroer, a violinist with leukemia who expects he has one concert left in him. And two CDs. And whatever else comes together. Dude! The article makes me wish I were half as energetic and focused and upbeat with whatever time I do have left.
So yeah. I'll keep feeling old-and-young. It probably helps that I seem to have slept 9.5 hours last night. So aside from being a bit creaky, and obsessed with death this morning, I feel great.
Also, some of that Oliver Schroer guy's music is beautiful- one of his CDs is from walking the Camino de Santiago through France and Spain and recording music in some of the churches he passes through. Tis haunting, and I expect I'll buy it in physical form instead of via itunes, because it comes with a booklet with photos of the churches.
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Date: Sunday, 8 June 2008 10:02 pm (UTC)Even with people you "sort of" know- I've made that comment to friends, before, and also in Quaker Meeting- how is it that we only learn how interesting our friends and acquaintances are are *after* they've died?
I've had an idea percolating that the local Quakers should do a series of morning talks on "my spiritual journey"- I've seen this done elsewhere, and it takes the form of an hour where you tell your story to a bunch of friends. It sounds potentially quite intimidating, and yet quite interesting...
And now the question comes to me; how to make a leap from that to the lives we share over LJ? I'm thinking of a blog meme, "write about one thread of your life, to date. Here are half a dozen thematic ideas."
Or, in real life, perhaps- an evening dinner-and-talk session where you invite seven friends over and and do much the same, face-to-face. Once a week, at rotating houses. Eight weeks later, perhaps you each form another group... Hm.
Hm.