I owe some serious thanks to the staff at Coles Brantford for hosting my book signing yesterday—and for being so gosh-dang likeable and hospitable.
The drive in to the city found me with the usual bag of butterfly turmoil churning in my guts. Having all the exits off the highway (into the city) closed only heightened my anxiety. I had to drive past the city, circle back, and then deke around foreign neighbourhoods with my old-school GPS navigation system—you know, the one built in to my brain.
I burst forth into the store with crazed hair and panting heavily out-of-breath from a mad sprint through the parking lot—loaded down with a box of books. These charming people greeted me warmly and they even smiled politely when I barked out orders for 800mg of Advil—STAT! (Special thanks to Mark D. for filling that order.)
The gracious nature of the staff was second only to the incredible people of Brantford that filtered in and out of the store all afternoon fulfilling their Saturday afternoon shopping business. I have never met a more genuine, honest, engaging, friendly, and POLITE bunch of city folk in one store. And, as an author on a book-signing tour of various cities, let me tell you—I have seen my fair share of hoity-toity, who-do-you-think-you-are shoppers.
I did not receive one single cold stare, impolite gesture, or downright rude remark. The people of Brantford welcomed me with open arms. They were talkative, sincere, showed genuine interest—and they left smiling with my book. Even when the power in the mall went out and they had to stand in line for 20 minutes waiting for the registers to re-boot—there was no mayhem, no frowning utterances of negativity—only smiles.
My book-signing agony meter has been reset to zero. Hallelujah!
It’s that time again.
The summer has ended abruptly with the ceremonial switching of the thermostat from cool to heat—in one fluid motion. And, with the end of summer, I’m gearing up for the next book signing of my novel, in a celandine world, this weekend at Indigo books at the Heritage Green Shopping Center in Stoney Creek.
If you didn’t have the opportunity to come out to laugh, point and stare at me at my first signing—make sure you mark your calendar and bring your antics to Indigo Books this Saturday from 1-4pm. I’ll be throwing candy into the crowds with my game-face on.
If you don’t know anything about my novel, you can check out some reviews and read an excerpt of the novel here. If you want to buy yourself a signed copy of the book, but you’re still hesitant and unsure about coming because you don’t know what to expect at a book signing—check out this post where I break it all down for you. (I purposely left out the part where I lay curled up in the fetal position under the table whimpering in between thumb sucks. I figured that would just be assumed, right?)
Let round 2 of the book-whoring games begin!
Two questions — two minutes. It sounds simple enough. Do you think that you can get a really good sense of who someone is in about two minutes — with just two questions? I’m suggesting going beyond first impressions and the ol’ judging-a-book-by-its-cover theory. If you were able to ask a total stranger only two questions about themselves – in order to grasp the kind of person they are – what two questions would you ask? What if you asked those questions — received the benefit of their wisdom — and then asked them to come up with the next two questions for the next stranger? And what strangers would you pursue? With the current technology and our social media indulgence, we have the availability to rub knuckles with, literally, anyone in the world. How long would it take to get the whole world asking questions if we all spent two minutes — asking two questions?
I can almost hear Arsenio Hall saying “Hmmm…”
Maybe I’ll start with him. I wonder what his questions will be for the next person?
Charles Darwin believed that the involuntary expressions of man were directly influenced by his various emotions and sensations. He believed that these expressions grew and evolved by means of natural selection from the expressions and behaviours of animals. He also believed that these expressions, through photographs, would be understood and wordlessly explained by any eyes that looked upon it. He tested this theory by taking photographs of the expressions of people showing various emotions and then taking those photos to small villages (with limited outside contact) and asked those villagers to guess the emotion of the person in the photograph. Every villager guessed correctly – without hesitation.
Emotions are primal. We understand them when we see them in the faces of people we love, and even those we don’t, just like in the animal kingdom, as Darwin had proven. Something that is inately human, is our preference to ignore most of these emotions. We ignore the expressions we see that are filled with rage and look away from faces twisted with grief. We see all of these expressions for a reason, they are built into our design with a purpose. No matter what language or race you are, you will always find understanding – even if it is not acknowledged through words.
I can’t count how many people have said to me that they never know what to say to someone who seems inconsolable. If we are all related through expression, perhaps words aren’t what you need.
What would compassion look like on your face?
Pfizer Canada Inc. has a new campaign. It’s called ”more than medication” and it intends to be instructional on improving your health and wellness beyond just the use of medication. It’s a brilliant philosophy; one I wish I’d come up with myself! The site offers a plethora of interactive tools, informative articles and everyday tips that are prepared and presented by an Advisory Board of doctors who are considered leaders in their chosen fields, and on behalf of Pfizer.
You may have seen the commercial for this campaign on TV; with the teenage boy who paints the “Be Brave” graffiti outside the small girl’s bedroom. It’s a very touching sentiment and truth be told I get a lump in my throat each time I think of his gesture toward her.
As touching as it is, I also feel some bitterness about the message painted. We are led to believe that this little girl is quite ill, possibly terminal, and we are telling her to BE BRAVE. Not asking – commanding. Basically, buck up little beaver, suck it up and put on your happy face because it’s much too difficult for us to deal with if you’re sad or afraid. It’ll just be harder on everyone, so it’s better if it’s just harder on you. (That’s not Webster’s definition but its close) So we force a cloak of courage over her and we throw this little girl into battle as a warrior. Does she always have to be brave? Are you always brave? Is it even healthy to always be brave and courageous? By toting this jargon over and over again to the ill or downtrodden we imply that to have fear or show sadness is cowardice and weak. It is implied because we have all learned some associations to our emotions – some are good (positive) and some are bad (negative).
Really they just are what they are… emotions. We determine what we consider good or bad or acceptable or unacceptable. There is no great Emotions God in the sky dictating that we treat some emotions with open arms and that we turn our backs in disregard to others. Granted that some are fun to feel while others are not so much fun, but that doesn’t mean they are bad; or not worth having. We need to stop deciding for other people what is acceptable for them to feel and what we are willing to tolerate from them.
These associations have been around a lot longer than us, and there are plenty more unconscious associations that we make every day. Why does it matter? Each day that you go about your unconscious life you may be unaffected by these associations, but be sure that you affect other people, and sometimes in devastating ways that you aren’t even aware of.
I think I will write to Pfizer and suggest they change the words “Be Brave” into “Today I will be brave for you” or “We’re here” or “You’re loved” or something that doesn’t require our egos dumping a burden of guilt on someone who just might not feel so brave today. It’s OK to be afraid sometimes, let’s tell her that.
I will be having a 5 minute chat radio interview tomorrow afternoon with Jamie West from AM900 CHML on his ”Health Matters” program from 12-1pm.
Tune in at 12:10pm and have a listen!
The interview with Mike Fortune from Cable14 will be airing today at about 25 minutes after most hours and again on the 9th at about 5 minutes before most hours. The producer will be dubbing me a copy and I hope to have that feed onto the website for those of you without basic cable services. Special thank you to the Associate Producer, Kathleen Foster, for all her sincerity and warmth.
This weekend I’ll be taping a feature segment with Cable14 for their LINKED show! Stay tuned for airing details.
I have spent a considerable amount of time exploring the link between physical healthcare (the body) and psychological healthcare (the mind) as it pertains to the Canadian government healthcare system. All of the mandates from the Minister of Health right on down is about protecting the health and safety of all Canadians. I may need to check the Minister’s handbook for their definition of health to be sure, but I think I’ve managed to establish a gap.
Amidst a sea of body do-gooders, there is one organization or unit that promotes mental health, aiming to maintain and improve positive mental health and well being for all of the population. You just have to be mad dog crazy in order to use these resources. I mean eyeball rolling and frothing at the mouth crazy. If you are only confused, frustrated, and slightly twitchy.. well.. you likely won’t get the referral.
It seems to me that we’ve spent decades and decades socially engineering ourselves with unhelpful help. Fast forward to the year 2009, where the conditions of life and moral hazards are shadowed only by imminent economic and ecological disasters of global proportions. Us worry? Pishaw! I can only imagine that the eyeball rolling might be on the rise, and then we will see a bottle-necked system struggling to put out the insanity fire. Good news for all the “ologists” out there.
I’m disappointed with the policymakers and their reactive care. What good is their PhD in textbook knowledge when there is no understanding that the body dies without the mind? I bet Mr. PhD sees the dentist every six months for some preventative maintenance and attention. Where’s my mind maintenance? Just a little cleaning is all… loosen up the guk and keep me on the straight and narrow. Stop me from this inexorable spread into the common pool of lunacy. Well… at least I will have shiny teeth…
With this project and my plight to expose just a small aspect of emotional wellness (in relation to a cancer diagnosis) I have comfortably fallen into the role of emotional educator and resilience scientist. Through my discussions and interviews with people struggling with this disease the best cocktail I found to offer them was to approach them with consolation and encouragement and leave them with confidence and inspiration. We should treat everyone we encounter with the same ingredients. A very human philosophy aimed to help people help themselves. To heal their minds and dig deep for their own resilience. We must become a race of doers and not just helpers.
Imagine for a moment what it would be like to live in a society where most folks were emotionally well-adjusted. Where well-being had human value, putting the health of our minds and emotions on the same level as our bodies. Less crime, less hate, less self-pity and loathing. That’s just to start. One might even be able to hear choruses of Kumbaya coming from under street bridges and that stranger that passes you on the sidewalk might just say hello and look you in the eye. Spend real time with real people talking about real things. Needs, wishes, desires and even fears.
What could be more important than validating someone’s existence? Try it.
Finding subjects for this photography exhibit is harder than even I had originally thought. It is difficult for people to come forward, and harder still for people in a position of authority or resource to those people to grant me an opportunity or the audience to reach them. Helping me to succeed in this would expose an obvious flaw in our health system and the support resources it so strategically protects.
It is discouraging and more than a little frustrating as April is creeping closer and closer. Without subjects to photograph, there is no exhibit. However, that said, I can’t be beaten down so quickly… or quietly for that matter. If I must… I have good friends that I will shave down and punch until they cry.. and then I will photograph them. The show must go on… right?