Not a knitting post

When I started this blog I knew that I wanted it to be about fibre and maybe a little bit about wine and nothing else.  I knew that I wanted to keep religion, politics, and world issues out of it.  This was going to be my place to ramble on (and on and on) about knitting and spinning and to connect with a knitting community that I might otherwise never get to connect with.  But this post is about none of those things.  It is about how I was able to take part in something that was both very sad and incredibly inspirational and I hope that you will forgive me a divergence from the norm just this once.

This week the leader of the NDP, Jack Layton lost his life to cancer.  (If you want to learn more about the NDP follow this link.)  Regardless of whether you thought Jack was a dreamer, an inspiration, or a complete pain in the ass, if you followed Canadian politics you knew the name Jack Layton.  And while we all knew he was sick I don’t think anyone knew he was that sick and his death was quite a shock to most everyone outside of his family.

But in all the sadness a huge outpouring of support and inspiration has swept across the city and it proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that one person can influence the lives of so many and be the voice of change.  I joined thousands of other people at city hall to pay my respects to a man that like most people in the line, I’d never met.  We came in singles or in couples and families and waited almost two hours to walk past the casket and sign the book.  But what was so incredible was not just the number of people who were there, but the people themselves.  Age, creed, gender, sexual orientation, and economic status was all put aside and people were just being and the energy that was creating was overwhelming.  The city Jack loved so much was making him proud and his message has been heard.

The chalk memorials have been washed away twice by storms this week.  It doesn’t matter.  It keeps coming back.


Almost every free space has writing on it. The ground, the bridge, walls, and pillars are all covered





Jack’s own words quoted from the letter he wrote two days before his death and given to his wife to release to the public after his passing.


To read the whole letter click the photo

Amazing words for a city and a world.


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