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My thoughts dwelled on the future and all the prospects that were open to me. The rest of the trip to Cornwallis was pleasant. There was a bus ride from the plane, and I marveled at the wooden country houses scattered on the hills. The valley was an inviting welcome for visitors. I felt my heartbeat accelerate with anticipation. Saturday, October 12, we arrived at Cornwallis at 5: 30 PM. The woman shouting at us had short-cropped brown hair. She too was masculine and nondescript. She was telling us how we should make our beds. She spoke of hospital beds and bouncing coins off the mattress. It was rather amusing watching someone barking messages across. After a short speech, or rather a list of instructions, we were shown to our respective rooms. I was amazed at having my own room, which was a fair size. This was to become my home for the following ten weeks. The room was sparsely furnished, with a standard military single bed: basically a single mattress over a brown iron spring frame. A wooden desk and a four-drawer cabinet completed the room. A plain beige curtain framed the window. A greenish mat hid under the bed on the wooden floor. The room was painted two different shades of green, depending on which wall you were facing. There was also a huge metal chest near the bed. This was my new home – grim. I looked out the window and saw rows of white and green wooden buildings surrounded by beautiful trees. I felt I had gone back into time. I was no longer nervous.” Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “For love of country : military policewoman.” I will mail my books out to the entire world where there is a post office. No post office? No problem. I also have ebooks. For your copy order directly from me at www.silvaredigonda.ca

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Ontario - Air Quality Health Index (AQHI) - Environment Canada

Ontario - Air Quality Health Index (AQHI) - Environment Canada

Just want to say thank you world for helping us fight our fires

Today I am in my home with windows closed and of course making myself comfortable, because I can be. There is an air quality alert because of the fires in Quebec and Ontario. Of course they have fires out West too. It is unfortunate that the world is not taking global warning seriously. They are too busy causing needless wars and/ or justifying control, or attempting to control other countries, and of course making money as if that will be all that matters in the long run. It won't. Take a wake up pill while you still can. Let's take global warming seriously and stop all this nonsense. We have bigger concerns than petty senseless wars. Now that I ranted for a few sentences, I want to say sorry to New York City because our smoke is causing problems in your own city. I really want to thank the States (including Minnesota)I love my neighours, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand and anyone else that I have missed. When we are in crises, we also see the best in people. Keep safe firefighters as you protect us. Last night I could smell the wood burning. That is what gave me a wake up call.

Woman Abuse - Creating a Safety Plan

Well, a long time ago I promised to provide you with a Peel safety plan which I came to when I was working as an Intern at a Women Crises Centre. No men were allowed inside. I dealt mostly with new immigrants who were being abused by their husbands. In some of the countries they came from they were completely dominated by the culture. This is also brought here and some men will not permit their wives to be without them. Let me be clear. This is Canada and women are afforded the same rights as men. Also know that when you come into this country, if you want to leave your husband, you can. Women here, regardless if they are Canadian or not are subjected to physical, sexual, financial and emotional abuse. I worked at the Crises Centre for a year which afforded me much learning. There is a lot of talk about fearing the police. Let me again be clear. Do not hesitate to call them if you need help. There are women shelters, support staff etc...to help you. Men too are abused but for this series I will be talking to women only since the plan was created for them. This package was compiled by women who have survived and offer their advise to you. The following is a list of items you should try to set aside and hide in a safe place (at a friend's place, or family member's home or with your lawyer (I will add that it never hurts to see a lawyer to check what your rights are. Laws change). 1. An emergency Escape Plan ::Take a photocopy of your passport, birth certificates, immigration papers for all family members, School and vaccination records, driver's license and registration, medications, prescriptions, medical records for all family members, welfare identification, work permits, divorce papers, custody documentation, court orders, restraining orders, marriage certificate. Open a bank account in your own name and arrange that no bank statements or other calls be made to you. Save and set aside as much money as you can - out of groceries if needed. Have enough money for a taxi or Uber. Plan your emergency exits. Plan and practice the steps you will take if you have to leave quickly. Hide extra clothing, house keys, car keys, money etc....at a friend's house you trust. Keep an emergency suitcase/bag handy or to pack quickly. Get a safety deposit box at a bank your partner doesn't use. The Police can bring you back to the home later to remove additional belongings. When you leave take the children if you can. If you try to get them later, the police cannot help you remove them from the other parent unless you have a valid court order. To be continued with 2. Creating a Safer Environment.

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What is Hope?

What is Hope? By: Silva Redigonda My hope is to someday live in a glass house by the waterfront with a dog at my side as I walk along the beach. Is that hope or a dream? Is dream and hope synonymous? Is hope for all? Skinner conducted animal experiments and discovered that when one can no longer control one’s environment, one gives up trying. A dog that suffers electrical shocks and resigns himself to acknowledge he will suffer pain no matter what he does extends to other forms of torture that kills the human soul. Can one understand hope by understanding what it is not? Hope is a perception of what can be. I think that there is a possibility of world peace. Do I really? Actually I do not. Therefore I have no hope for world peace because I believe that it is impossible. Yet, I believe that something must still be done to decrease the probabilities of war. Is that hope? Is hope being a realist? Is hope being a survivor? Hope can be simple or complex. Hope is what it means to the person who has or does not have hope. I hope that the flowers I place at the front yard bring joy to others as they walk by and appreciate nature. I hope, because I love to stop and appreciate the lawns of others which are aesthetically pleasing. I am hoping that someone appreciates what I have to offer my community. I am hoping that someone stops and smells the roses (what a cliché!). Am I superficial? Perhaps I am, for some and not to others. For someone who has no food, she may hope for food, if there is the remote possibility of getting food. If someone has no hope for food it may be because he is dying, isolated and alone with no possibility of enough food to eat. What is hope? It is so much to so many different people depending on their own stories of their own lives. Has life been kind? Has life crippled? Has life taken away souls and hope is only a senseless word? I have hope. I dream of my glass house by the water, walking along the beach with my dog at my side as I ponder the universe because I have hope – of endless possibilities. i Gleitman Henry, Basic Psychology. Pg 93. New York: Norton & Company, Third edition, 1983. As a therapist I have seen people come with the hope that I can help them. At times people want me to tell them what to do because it is too much for them and overwhelming. They just want to feel better. However, I cannot tell others what they should or should not do. What I can do is have them step back and examine what it is they actually want for themselves and help them to help themselves get there. People often complain that those around them are constantly telling them who to be, how to act, how to dress, who to love etc.....Sometimes, they just need the tools to help them stand up and re-examine who they are and who the people are in their lives that they need to stand up to and live the lives they want to. Sometimes, people are at the end of their rope and suicide looks like an option, though they don't want to really take that route. It is just the hopelessness of their situation. Suicide is not an option. Recently a man was arrested just outside Toronto where he was living. Apparently he was "counselling people to die" and providing them with substances which he was being paid for. What kind of person does that? I shall leave that with the courts. What I will say to you is to stay away from people like that. Find qualified Registered Therapists, psychologists etc....to help you find the hope you lost track of. When I wrote the above paper What is Hope, it was for me, how I see the world and my own dream. Would I still love a glass house by the waterfront with a dog by my side? Of course. Will it happen? I don't know. However, my hope has never diminished. Is there someone in your life, you are always belittling? Do you tell them how to dress, wear their hair etc...Are these grown men and women? Ask yourself why you do this and ask yourself if you are causing harm? Better yet, why not ask them? What do you think?

PERCEPTION – REFLECTION Published (inserted - For Love of Country - Military Policewoman)

I walk alone along the treacherous road, Shadows, small wiggling forms appear behind an invisible wall. I continue along the dirt path, Level at this point of time, easing My tired soul. Rows of people drift by me in opposite directions, each reminding me of someone I have known or seen. Some are maimed, I will not use the word Mutilated For it is not proper… Some are missing entire limbs, Lost at war By people different than they and yet the same. I see people of every color who think they are so different from each other; they fail to see that they are the same. Men, women, and children file Past me in one last unison. Differences no longer acknowledged. I see the shadows growing smaller, no longer wiggling, but still and forever quiet. The road becomes larger And forms into a steep hill, I must Once again climb. I reach up to find the Staff to assist my climb. This once again eases my burden. I throw it away too easily when my body feels it is not required. But, my soul Forever searches… I look once again at the people Some have staffs and others don’t. Some are reaching into empty air. They do not realize that there is only one enormous staff, Its rationale is not of this world, This time. The small dark shadows from behind the wall are quiet and still; All seems serene but BLOOD climbs the invisible wall and the shadows Cannot be seen. The rows of people continue to drift by oblivious of each other And of the tiny shadows climbing from the blood. I do not think as I observe I do not realize That on my road I am alone except for my staff, which I may keep or throw away but it, is constant. The road narrows as I Acknowledge my descent. The sun beats heavily, yet the birds remain silent. My lips are parched, My own fault For being silent for it was not proper. I see the rare man reaching out to the wall More often a woman In regret For the TINIEST of Lost souls Who could not speak. I walk alone along this treacherous road Different mates all long gone by And mates not mine, fallen from Their side Childless days; yet embracing them all. I stop and… Look behind me. I see four legged, creatures and also two, sometime three, And am reminded that I’ve never been truly alone. My faithful beasts I too have loved, And they with an affection and intelligence Long under-minded, too often ignored and others worse. These creatures behind me, yet pushing me along With warmth alone, Staffs perched on each one.