Yesterday was an interesting day for me. I am a diehard sports fan in general and hockey specifically. Even with Covid19, I find time to follow hockey on TV without disrupting my writing. What made it interesting was the “work stoppage” by many professional athletes in North America. More than a love for hockey and sports, I feel there is a need for more compassion and equity in this world.
As the National Hockey League was announcing the “work stoppage,” one of the Canadian sports networks interviewed Brian Burke who is a former hockey executive and current hockey commentator. He lives in Canada while holding dual Canadian-American citizenship. He talked about a need to understand this is an important moment in social justice in the US, and I submit Canada. I was excited hockey players and other professional athletes, regardless of colour, gender, ethnicity, religion, etc., took part in the “work stoppages.” (The video is at Burke Supports Players Regarding Boycott).
Burke spoke about how great change is not kicking the door down. It is more like a mud wall being eroded. I think it is watching a mountain change. You have to leave and come back to see if any real change; transformation happened. He mentioned the work of Martin Luther King Jr. and how little of substance has changed since 1968. There are still major impediments and barriers to equity for those who are treated as less than human, denied of rights those who are privileged take-for-granted.
What does mindfulness have to do with all this? We often use the word to simply talk about being aware of something. In a broad sense, it has moral and ethical implications we can overlook. We just say, “I was mindful of such and such.” To mind something or someone is to demonstrate care, tend for it or them and cultivate it or them in a loving way. This crosses boundaries and is steeped in mystical traditions of all stripes e.g. Buddhism, Sufism, Judeo-Christian, etc. It involves lovingkindness, compassion, flourishing, and stewardship. It is about becoming better in indefinable ways.
Several years ago, I wrote this poem after reading a meditation from Father Richard Rohr. Often, he writes about a radical unity that brings us together with our self, creation, neighbours, enemies, and something that is transcendent and beyond each of us.
Seeking to choose better–
Blending one’s passion;
Joining with lovingkindness,
Nurturing better angels,
Bearing healing fruit;
Joining a universal banquet;
Responding to life’s bounty.
Passion for one’s self–
(Com)passion For one another;
Minding the world;
I began talking about hockey, so I will close with a video by David Francey who we have seen numerous times. You will note he has an English accent, but lives in Canada and grew to love hockey while in Quebec. The scene is how many youngsters were introduced to hockey in my generation. I began as a pre-schooler on an outdoor pond. As well, I listened to Hockey Night in Canada on Saturday nights and La Soiree Du Hockey on Radio Canada Sunday nights. The latter was in French, but, as a person whose first language is French, I was blessed to listen to both. I sat on a kitchen stool in the corner just under the window. When I am on the road, I listen to hockey games on my laptop, never streaming them. I close my eyes and imagine the game as it unfolds.
Lovely poem, Ivon; all encompassing of life!
I thoroughly enjoyed the video. The musical accompaniment I found delightful.
Thank you Carolyn. We have seen David numerous times and his stories are an essential element of his concerts. You get a sense of what makes his music and lyrics come to life.
I hope we all are “nurturing better angels”. Thanks for your great post as usual.
You are welcome Melba. It is a challenge, but one I always think we each up to.
Yes…nurturing…and fierce kindness…happy weekending Ivon. Sending joy hedy…happy writing too!
Thank you Hedy. Happy weekending.
Yes I’m loving the happy weekending … unplugging more … culling parts of my garden 🤓☀️
After this weekend, with frost in outlying areas, this takes on some urgency. My mom used to tell us she saw snow every month of the year except July in Alberta.
Thank you Isha.