The ferries from Departure
Bay to Horseshoe Bay are more crowded than ever. Even traveling on a weekday
afternoon you will be glad of a reservation. And the traffic on the mainland is
busier than ever so you'll be creeping along the Upper Levels highway long
before you reach Taylor Bay. As you inch your way down towards Marine Drive,
you'll see an advertisement for a new development billed as “a prestigious
enclave on a natural rise” and featuring a Presentation House. Language these
days is hyperbolic and always requires some translation. They’re actually just
talking about a demo suite for some exorbitantly expensive townhouses on a sidehill.
But I’m learning to be
positive about change, attempting to look on the bright side. As I drive across
the Lion’s Gate Bridge I make a point of enjoying the view that looks like one
of the Margraf paintings we so admired in the Seventies: blue-grey water and
sky, shadows of mountains, ethereal skyscrapers against the Vancouver skyline.
Of course there are a lot more of these gigantic structures now than there were
then, and they do grow taller and more plentiful.
I don’t allow myself to drift
into negative thoughts about the overcrowded downtown, the horrendous real
estate prices, the homelessness. Instead, I take the first turn from the bridge
and follow the winding paths of Stanley Park, through the trees and on to
familiar landmarks: the totem poles, Siwash Rock, the Hollow Tree, Prospect
Point. All preserved as they should be, although there are more cars, more
parking spaces, and at least sixteen signs saying Pay
Here, Pay Here, Pay Here.
Looking on the bright side, it’s
a real pleasure to see so many people enjoying the park and the beach as they
have done for at least the past ten or twelve decades, and the Sylvia Hotel has
the solid elegance that impressed me on my first visit over six decades ago.
The hotel, an inspiration when I was a teenager and my Vancouver bolthole for a
great many later years, seems pleasantly unchanged, its stone and ivy façade as
reassuringly tasteful as ever. But when I am signing in to the Sylvia, the
young woman at the front desk asks me for photo ID as well as my credit card.
This has never happened before. I used to know most of the staff, and even last
year I received a Christmas card from the hotel which was signed by many of
them. Happily, at least Wally is still here, hoisting bags, carrying trays, doing
whatever is needed. As always.
Change is everywhere, but it
doesn’t have to be all bad. As Alice Walker said, “You’ve got to learn to ride
with it and even enjoy it.” Change does always extend possibility for
improvement. After all, the infant mortality rate has been greatly reduced, dental
care has been vastly improved, we have very impressive medical technology,
illiteracy has decreased significantly. Our lifestyles have changed: smoking
has become socially unacceptable; fitness has become fashionable, ethnic foods are now widely available. Lots of small but positive change has taken place.
Laws change, governments
change, social patterns change. Often such shifts seem to be for the worse, but,
in fact, they needn’t be. If millions of people could quit smoking, surely it
is possible for us to elect good governments, to reduce climate change, create
a just society.
I’m determined to be
positive. Things look desperate yet, as Martin Luther King said, “The arc of
the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.” However, unless we
are prepared to wait for a very long time, we might just need to put quite a
bit of weight behind it.
Catching up here, Carol -- and nodding my agreement. Some days it takes so much more work than others to find the bright spots, but it's true that despair only serves the negative forces. . . .
ReplyDeleteHi Frances,
DeleteI think it's good that we have our dystopic conversations, as well as our hopeful ones. Let's do both again soon. Love,
c.
For one living in the US, it is quite difficult not to fall into despair at the moment. However, one must plunge on, putting one's weight behind efforts to defend the poor, the refugee, the Constitution. With hope that the 'arc of moral justice' bends (snaps?) far enough to perhaps take out a few reprehensible folks before I die.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, Mary. Yes, it is hard not to despair about so many things in the world, but we do have to press on and hope that we will see things take a turn for the better. It sounds as though you are putting your weight behind the efforts that matter.
DeleteCarol
ReplyDeletehow could I have not been here yet to read your blog?--apologies for my self-absorption. It is so easy to become downhearted with our politicians' lack of will to lead us into a better future...but, you're right, it's important to try to eke happiness from the sad-assed world...
Hi Alison, I am a terrible blogger and only now read your comment. Yes, we have to press on however we can. Probably it's easier to do in Paris, right? I hope you have had a good time there and that all your work goes well. Love,
Deletec.
Carol, I found your blog via a link in materfamilias's recent blog about authenticity in friendship.
ReplyDeleteI recently read your extraordinary book and reviewed it at http://materfamiliasknits.blogspot.com/2018/04/a-memoir-of-love-and-grief-bereavement.html?showComment=1529626679299#c2467275150812533783
Your book was a source of great support and consolation for me, as no other book on grieving has been. Thank you.
I'll continue to follow your blog here.
Dear Ann Lee Gibson,
DeleteThank you so much for this. It means a lot to me that my book meant something to you. As you can imagine, I felt very vulnerable about exposing myself and my marriage in such a personal way, but if it provides consolation to others it makes me feel that it was worthwhile to write it. With thanks and very best wishes,
Carol
p.s. I am a very wayward blogger, but your comment encourages me to keep at it! c.