countdown to Xmas

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It stopped snowing mid-morning yesterday, leaving us with a gloriously beautiful, magical world, especially when the sun comes out. This year we have many amazing huge icicles; I was surprised to see some black-capped chickadees taking a sip at their melting tips. I don’t understand people around here who whine about the snow and cold when it’s such a rare gift from Mother Nature.
 
Last night our eldest daughter and partner arrived safely after a five hour problem free drive from central interior BC. However, our middle daughter, husband and grandkids’s direct flight from London yesterday was cancelled without explanation. The little ones were so very disappointed. They were rescheduled for today with a plane change in Toronto, arriving this evening so they are in the air over Ontario now.
 
So many travellers have had huge delays everywhere because of snow, I hope they all make it home for Christmas! Another snow storm is coming tonight and tomorrow, with continuing snow on and off the rest of the week, though it’s going to warm up. I do hope the rain doesn’t come too soon!
 
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As for getting ready for Christmas, we’re just about there! Last week I made stollen (a German Christmas bread) and cranberry pistachio biscotti (Italian). Today, while the others are out doing last-minute shopping for gifts and food, youngest daughter and I just finished baking Finnish Christmas tarts. The Finnish gingersnaps dough is chilling and the daughters will make and bake them tomorrow morning with their nieces.
 
Tomorrow evening we celebrate our traditional Finnish and German Christmas Eve, starting with a Finnish style feast of ham and many vegetables, followed by carols around the piano while awaiting Santa’s arrival. Some years we go out to see the Christmas lights festival in one of the city parks but it’s too cold this year. Candlelight and a crackling fire will be much more inviting.
 
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I will post my annual Christmas e-card and wishes tomorrow as I have too many glorious snow and ice photos to share right now! Enjoy your holiday preparations and have safe travels!
 
Related post: good tidings poem of 2007

Tapio Wirkkala, Finnish designer

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Go fetch yourself a cup of your favourite brew, sit down and watch this gorgeous 16 minute video on Tapio Wirkkala, in English and some Finnish. Virtual Finland* presents him as “a father figure of Finnish applied art who merged form and function in a dialogue between thought, hand, eye and material.” He is an amazing artist whose name and work, to me, is synonymous with Finland.

I’m proud to own a few pieces of his, such as some Tapio glasses and Ultima Thule (ice) bowls. I’m also particularly fond of the name Tapio (pronounced TUP-e-o), the name of my brother and the name of a pagan Finnish god of the forest. As you will see in this video, that name was significant for Wirkkala as well, who found nature especially in Finnish Lapland was a profound source of inspiration as well as solace and strength.

There’s more about Tapio Wirkkala elsewhere in Virtual Finland*, at Finnish Design and at Wikipedia.

Added Dec.6th: Today is Finland’s 91st Independence Day! I will place two candles in the window and light them at dusk. Hyvää itsenäisyyspäivää to Finland and my Finnish readers!

*Sadly, the Virtual Finland site no longer exists so links have been removed.

advent calendars

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from Virtual Finland*

This morning, as I flipped the calendar pages over to the last page, it hit me that it is now December or Joulukuu (Finnish for Christmas month). So much to do and what do I do today instead of writing cards or making lists? Reading blogs and browsing for calendars!

I was inspired by my Finnish blog friend Viides rooli’s post today about an online advent calendar and by the memories it brought back.

How many of you, my dear readers, had these secular advent calendars made of card with little windows for the first 24 days of December? Each day a window was opened and a little chocolate treat was enjoyed. What anticipation counting the days to Christmas! We had these every year for our children when young. I kind of miss them now but they don’t seem as nice as they used to be so I don’t bother for us grown-ups.

Online advent calendars are such a delightful alternative so I ended up browsing through my blog and my bookmarks to find past ones that I’d gathered. Most were dead but here are some Finnish/English ones that are enjoyable, especially if you have some young children in your life to share them with. They help me get into the Christmas mood, especially since our weather is still too warm here. (I need snow!) I will send this link to our granddaughters who are in London at present. We’ll all be counting to the 22nd when they fly back here for Christmas.

Positiivarit Christmas Calendar 2008* with music. The first song is in Finnish, a popular children’s song that I remember singing as a child in a group, wearing elf costumes and dancing around the tree, awaiting Santa at the annual Finnish Pikku Joulu or family Christmas Party.

Kidzone Finland calendar*
Aura Library Christmas calendar
Interactive customizable advent calendars
Virtual Finland* has a selection to browse through.

Do you have some favourite advent calendars you’d like to share?

* denotes expired link which has been removed, sadly

Eugene Onegin

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Painting by Michael Abraham

We love opera, as some readers may know from the few times I’ve written about it here. Most exciting for us is to enjoy the colourful and lively visuals of theatre along with the inspiring music. We try to catch some of the offerings on television or DVD and very occasionally indulge and attend a life performance.

In the past, we’ve resisted season tickets to any one musical organization, thinking we’ll dip into a variety of offerings in our city. However we have a tendency to be lazy and leave decisions to the last moment, then end up not going out as much as we should for our own pleasure. Commitment-phobia perhaps? This fall, however, we impulsively decided to get some discounted season tickets to our very own Vancouver Opera.

So this past Saturday evening we attended the opening night of the first opera of this season, Tchaikovsky’s Eugene Onegin. It was a delight! New to us as a whole production, sung in Russian with English subtitles overhead, we loved it all – the stage sets, costumes, the singers, chorus, dancers, the music and the drama. As others have written, Onegin is full of many contrasts especially country vs city, peasant vs upper class Czarist society, and so full of the emotions of melancholy, love, pride, jealousy, anger, as much of opera is.

Some of the lead performers are Canadian, including Rhoslyn Jones (as Tatyana) from Abbotsford, east of Vancouver. Hearing real Russian rolling from the voice of Oleg Balashov as poet Lensky was a treat for Vancouverites. Our very favourite voice, though, turned out to be that of bass Peter Volpe as Prince Gremin.

In doing my homework on this opera, I listened to some podcasts and discovered there’s even a blog. There are now some reviews at both sites, this one being my favourite.

We are looking forward to the rest of this season of opera.

Addendum Dec.1st, 2008: Photographer Alex Waterhouse-Hayward attended opening night and wrote the best thing I’ve read on it.

Kekri and Samhain

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It’s the last day of October and Halloween tonight. With our children grown up and the grandchildren in England this year, I have made no effort to celebrate this occasion here at home. Erika, now living at home again, did carve a pumpkin and I still have a small tabletop display of fall squash, ornamental corn and colourful leaves from Thanksgiving.

I’m the Halloween grinch I guess, and I’m feeling grinchier than ever as I get older (and my knee is bugging me). I dislike the commercialism and all that cheap candy and junk food that is expected as handouts. There are not many trick-or-treaters in our neighbourhood anymore so that the the doorbell rings at rare and long intervals over a three hour period. The late ones are teenagers coming from other neighbourhoods who should not even be calling at their age! So, we turn off all the lights, except in a couple of rooms in the back of the house where we sit at our computers, read and chat. (The current events, especially the US elections are stressing us out, and we’re not even able to vote!) End of rant.

Yet, I enjoy reading about the history of many of our traditions. That history sounds far more interesting than today’s version and I have written a little about those in the past. Something relatively new to me is the ancient Finnish tradition of Kekri:

In ancient Finnish religion, a feast day marking the end of the agricultural season that also coincided with the time when the cattle were taken in from pasture and settled for a winter’s stay in the barn. Kekri originally fell on Michaelmas, September 29, but was later shifted to November 1, All Saints’ Day. In the old system of reckoning time, Kekri was a critical period between the old and new years when the ancestor spirits came to visit their former homes. The living accordingly held feasts honouring the dead. Food and drink were left for the spirits, the sauna was heated, and the dead were referred to as “holy men.” The feast was generally restricted to the members of the family, but in some areas the occasion was also marked by the common sacrifice of a sheep by the men of the entire village.

To me, Kekri sure sounds like Thanksgiving, New Year’s, Samhain, Day of the Dead, all rolled into one. It fascinates me how many of the old folk customs in different countries are so similar, and I’ve merely touched on the surface of the European ones only. As we all know, Christianity came along and changed some of the dates and many traditions, as finally did the influx of the American Halloween customs so that now they are even more similar.

So, my little Halloween token to you all is this deliciously scary poem that my long-time blog friend Anna of Self-Winding shared in a comment last year (thanks again, Anna!):

Here’s a witchy poem for you, one my uncle used to recite to us when we were little:

One moonlit night on Halloween

The foulest witch you’ve ever seen,
Came riding a broom between her knees,

Over the silver fields and trees.

I hailed the witch,

I heard her shout

Her laugh was wild as she turned about..

”I’ll tell you feee and I’ll tell you fooo,

I must have salt for my devil’s brew,
And the salt shall come from the tears you’ll shed
When I tell of the day when the world is dead.

Then he’d send us out to get wood from the shed in the dark!

P.S. My Finnish readers may be interested in some more in-depth discussion of kekri, with links, at Taivaankannen takojat, an interesting blog about the old Finnish beliefs.

Thanksgiving and Nobel Peace Prize

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The elections here in Canada and the US plus the world economy has taken far too much of our attention lately. Canadians vote on Tuesday, October 14th and that night will be an anxious one awaiting results that we hope will be an improvement over the past three years. Cross that off the anxiety list and we’ll still worry about the American one and hope they, too, will vote in a better future.

It’s Thanksgiving here this weekend. With one daughter at home, we’ll have a quiet, simple healthy feast of a small organic turkey, yams, brussel sprouts and apple cranberry crisp. We’ll remember with love our family away presently in England and north of us here in BC. We hope that they will be alright in this downturn of the economy. Canadian banks are not as badly affected but nevertheless, because our neighbour is our largest trading partner, our economy is affected. My husband and I learned from our thrifty immigrant parents to be savers and work hard to be debt-free. It’s an old-fashioned concept that is being mentioned in the media these days as we hear about how many people are over-extended with credit. My husband may not retire as soon as we’d hoped because his pension is affected, but we’re thankful his health is good and his job seems secure.

It’s been a relief from the maddening world for me to escape into my artmaking for a few hours almost every day. I may not change the world with my art, but it keeps the world from changing me too much. Something to be thankful for.

On another note, I must add that I’m very proud that a former president of Finland, Martti Ahtisaari has been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Congratulations! Though some are not happy about it. Ahtisaari believes that:

His idealistic realism came early in life. Born in Finnish Karelia, he and his family fled Stalin’s invading forces in the 1939-40 Winter War. The experience, he said earlier this month, “explains my desire to advance peace and thus help others who have gone through similar experiences as I did”.

Here are more links about Martti Ahtisaari in Helsingin Sanomat. Many thanks for people like him!

Happy Thanksgiving and hopes for a better world for everyone.

Arts funding cuts

Last Sunday afternoon, my husband and I went to a concert at the Chan Centre out at UBC. One of the UBC Centenary Gala series this year, it featured BC born, UBC alumnus and acclaimed tenor, Ben Heppner, and the CBC Radio Orchestra.

Heppner’s repertoire from his recent recordings, such as Ideale: Songs of Paolo Tosti and My Secret Heart as well as Wagner’s Wesendonck Lieder. Earth Songs, a newly commissioned work for orchestra and choir by UBC music Prof. Stephen Chatman was also performed. It was a wonderful concert with an excellent orchestra, though we were a bit disappointed that Heppner did not sing any operatic songs which we so admire him for. Chatman’s work is exciting in concept but was at times to us it sounded too loud, noisy and confused when the University Singers and the orchestra battled for dominance.

Here’s more about the concert and Heppner, plus a good review.

Interesting thoughts went through my mind, triggered by the host, well-known writer and TV and radio personality Bill Richardson. He mentioned the fact that this was one of the last performances of our beloved CBC Radio Orchestra, for it will be disbanded at the end of November 2008, thanks to one of numerous cutbacks by Prime Minister Harper’s government. There’s some hope that it may still be rescued in some form, there’s even a petition.

I could not help wondering how Harper’s massive cuts to arts funding will affect these kind of concerts and venues. Some may survive if they increase ticket prices, already high IMHO, way beyond what would be affordable for most people. And what would happen to all the musicians and singers?

Richardson also joked that, this being a ‘gala’, he wandered around all over to try find some champagne and there was none, just lots of ordinary people. The audience laughed ruefully, recognizing the reference to Prime Minister Harper’s recent comments:

You know, I think when ordinary, working people come home, turn on the TV and see … a bunch of people at a rich gala all subsidized by the taxpayers, claiming their subsidies aren’t high enough when they know the subsidies have actually gone up, I’m not sure that’s something that resonates with ordinary people.

I thought we all looked like ordinary people!

I recalled our national treasure Margaret Atwood’s concerns over a year ago, and especially her most recent statement in the Globe and Mail. It is so good that I’m copying it here in full:

What sort of country do we want to live in? What sort of country do we already live in? What do we like? Who are we?

At present, we are a very creative country. For decades, we’ve been punching above our weight on the world stage – in writing, in popular music and in many other fields. Canada was once a cultural void on the world map, now it’s a force. In addition, the arts are a large segment of our economy: The Conference Board estimates Canada’s cultural sector generated $46-billion, or 3.8 per cent of Canada’s GDP, in 2007. And, according to the Canada Council, in 2003-2004, the sector accounted for an “estimated 600,000 jobs (roughly the same as agriculture, forestry, fishing, mining, oil & gas and utilities combined).”

But we’ve just been sent a signal by Prime Minister Stephen Harper that he gives not a toss for these facts. Tuesday, he told us that some group called “ordinary people” didn’t care about something called “the arts.” His idea of “the arts” is a bunch of rich people gathering at galas whining about their grants. Well, I can count the number of moderately rich writers who live in Canada on the fingers of one hand: I’m one of them, and I’m no Warren Buffett. I don’t whine about my grants because I don’t get any grants. I whine about other grants – grants for young people, that may help them to turn into me, and thus pay to the federal and provincial governments the kinds of taxes I pay, and cover off the salaries of such as Mr. Harper. In fact, less than 10 per cent of writers actually make a living by their writing, however modest that living may be. They have other jobs. But people write, and want to write, and pack into creative writing classes, because they love this activity – not because they think they’ll be millionaires.

Every single one of those people is an “ordinary person.” Mr. Harper’s idea of an ordinary person is that of an envious hater without a scrap of artistic talent or creativity or curiosity, and no appreciation for anything that’s attractive or beautiful. My idea of an ordinary person is quite different. Human beings are creative by nature. For millenniums we have been putting our creativity into our cultures – cultures with unique languages, architecture, religious ceremonies, dances, music, furnishings, textiles, clothing and special cuisines. “Ordinary people” pack into the cheap seats at concerts and fill theatres where operas are brought to them live. The total attendance for “the arts” in Canada in fact exceeds that for sports events. “The arts” are not a “niche interest.” They are part of being human.

Moreover, “ordinary people” are participants. They form book clubs and join classes of all kinds – painting, dancing, drawing, pottery, photography – for the sheer joy of it. They sing in choirs, church and other, and play in marching bands. Kids start garage bands and make their own videos and web art, and put their music on the Net, and draw their own graphic novels. “Ordinary people” have other outlets for their creativity, as well: Knitting and quilting have made comebacks; gardening is taken very seriously; the home woodworking shop is active. Add origami, costume design, egg decorating, flower arranging, and on and on … Canadians, it seems, like making things, and they like appreciating things that are made.

They show their appreciation by contributing. Canadians of all ages volunteer in vast numbers for local and city museums, for their art galleries and for countless cultural festivals – I think immediately of the Chinese New Year and the Caribana festival in Toronto, but there are so many others. Literary festivals have sprung up all over the country – volunteers set them up and provide the food, and “ordinary people” will drag their lawn chairs into a field – as in Nova Scotia’s Read by the Sea – in order to listen to writers both local and national read and discuss their work. Mr. Harper has signalled that as far as he is concerned, those millions of hours of volunteer activity are a waste of time. He holds them in contempt.

I suggest that considering the huge amount of energy we spend on creative activity, to be creative is “ordinary.” It is an age-long and normal human characteristic: All children are born creative. It’s the lack of any appreciation of these activities that is not ordinary. Mr. Harper has demonstrated that he has no knowledge of, or respect for, the capacities and interests of “ordinary people.” He’s the “niche interest.” Not us.

It’s been suggested that Mr. Harper’s disdain for the arts is not merely a result of ignorance or a tin ear – that it is “ideologically motivated.” Now, I wonder what could be meant by that? Mr. Harper has said quite rightly that people understand we ought to keep within a budget. But his own contribution to that budget has been to heave the Liberal-generated surplus overboard so we have nothing left for a rainy day, and now, in addition, he wants to jeopardize those 600,000 arts jobs and those billions of dollars they generate for Canadians. What’s the idea here? That arts jobs should not exist because artists are naughty and might not vote for Mr. Harper? That Canadians ought not to make money from the wicked arts, but only from virtuous oil? That artists don’t all live in one constituency, so who cares? Or is it that the majority of those arts jobs are located in Ontario and Quebec, and Mr. Harper is peeved at those provinces, and wants to increase his ongoing gutting of Ontario – $20-billion a year of Ontario taxpayers’ money going out, a dribble grudgingly allowed back in – and spank Quebec for being so disobedient as not to appreciate his magnificence? He likes punishing, so maybe the arts-squashing is part of that: Whack the Heartland.

Or is it even worse? Every budding dictatorship begins by muzzling the artists, because they’re a mouthy lot and they don’t line up and salute very easily. Of course, you can always get some tame artists to design the uniforms and flags and the documentary about you, and so forth – the only kind of art you might need – but individual voices must be silenced, because there shall be only One Voice: Our Master’s Voice. Maybe that’s why Mr. Harper began by shutting down funding for our artists abroad. He didn’t like the competition for media space.

The Conservative caucus has already learned that lesson. Rumour has it that Mr. Harper’s idea of what sort of art you should hang on your wall was signalled by his removal of all pictures of previous Conservative prime ministers from their lobby room – including John A. and Dief the Chief – and their replacement by pictures of none other than Mr. Harper himself. History, it seems, is to begin with him. In communist countries, this used to be called the Cult of Personality. Mr. Harper is a guy who – rumour has it, again – tried to disband the student union in high school and then tried the same thing in college. Destiny is calling him, the way it called Qin Shi Huang, the Chinese emperor who burnt all records of the rulers before himself. It’s an impulse that’s been repeated many times since, the list is very long. Tear it down and level it flat, is the common motto. Then build a big statue of yourself. Now that would be Art!

Numerous art organizations and artists of many disciplines have spoken out in alarm over the past weeks. Today, even our Governor General Michaëlle Jean Lauds Artists of Canada:

In a world in which we are bombarded by images, we can become strangely blind to everything around us. But our artists encourage us to see things differently, to look beneath the surface. Yes, you, our artists, reveal to us something of the intangible, of the essential and of the truth, allowing us a glimpse of the world through your eyes. You show us life as it exists behind outward appearances. As Jacques Ferron once wrote, ‘Your vision can be at times serious, at times playful, always unique. It seeks to challenge us, to provoke us, to move us. It compels us to stop and to reflect, as you share your perspectives on issues of global concern. It never leaves us feeling indifferent.

This is why we often say that a work of art speaks to us. The truth is, it invites us, in its own way, to engage in an unspoken dialogue of the eyes and the mind. It is this questioning, this search for meaning and understanding, that allow us to make sense of the world around us and of the fears and desires that each of us holds within.

Without you, without your works, our imaginations would be weakened; our world would be without a soul. Bravo and thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

My apologies for this being so long, though it would take many pages to cover all the concerns. It’s taken me a while to write. I am upset and angry and passionately feel that this is far too critical an issue for our country to not speak up right now as we have a federal election on October 14th. If you are a Canadian reading this and you love the arts and culture of our country, including our own CBC, please vote for ANYONE BUT CONSERVATIVE. (There are numerous other reasons why but I will not get into them here.) More information on the culture cuts is available on CARFAC (Canadian Artists Representation) and Alliance for Arts.

UPDATE Oct.3rd: An excellent article about how important culture is in Quebec and that all Canadian industries receive support.

UPDATE Oct.7th: Margaret Atwood answers questions on the election at Globe & Mail. Gotta love her!

Happy 141st!

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It’s Canada Day today. Despite all the hoopla, crowds and fireworks everywhere, we’re just enjoying the holiday around home, puttering about and trying to keep cool in a heat wave. This thoughtful Canada Day meditation, written by a Canadian blogger in northern Ontario, really says it all for me. (Thanks Peter!)

white nights

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Awake at 3:30 this morning, unable to get back to sleep, I made myself a soothing cup of hot cocoa (with goat’s milk and stevia) and sat at the table reading yesterday’s paper. Looking outside, to the northeast I could see a band of light contrasting against the dark blue lines of the mountain tops and the darker clouds above. As I sipped my drink, my eyes wandered to that ever brightening view more often than to the words on the paper.

I remembered then that today is the summer solstice, (or properly June solstice for it’s winter in the southern hemisphere). Memories of magical midsummer nights in Finland, Denmark and Sweden made me long for those white nights of the north, and to feel again that amazement with how joyful and energetic the people were. Celebrations rooted in pagan times abounded. It seemed like no one slept much, just soaking in the light, as if refueling after the long dark winter. How could you sleep when the sun hit your eyes where you lay in bed, with only sheer window coverings?, I thought the first time I visited as a teenager, grumpy from jet lag.

This is the time that most Finns start their summer holidays, their trips to summer cabins by serene lakes, leaving the cities behind. Businesses reduce to minimum, it’s as if the whole country slows down. How come here in Canada, a northern nation, we don’t celebrate midsummer night? Oh, the Scandinavians communities have their events in various cities this weekend, but is that all there is? Where is the magic? Even up in northern British Columbia where we lived a few years, there was no celebration, no sense of the ancient rituals of the seasons.

At 5:00 I crept back to bed with the light in my eyes, thinking I was not going to be able to sleep. But I dreamt of midnight sun glimmering through birch trees, shining on smooth lakes, of bonfires on beaches and smoking sauna chimneys. This, then, was my own private Juhannus ritual.

Hauskaa Juhannusta! Happy solstice, all!

Related posts:
When “the Sun Stands Still”
summer solstice 2004
midsummer nights 2005
midsummer dreams 2006
solstice memories 2007

mothers

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Remembering my mother this Mother’s Day and Äitienpäivä, here in Canada and in Finland, US and a few other countries. I still miss her almost every day even after 20 years since her passing.

On this sunny afternoon, I’m eagerly looking forward to a salmon bbq and dessert with our three daughters, two little granddaughters and the men in our family. I am so lucky. We’re also celebrating youngest daughter’s birthday (actually tomorrow), a Mother’s Day baby 23 years ago!

Wishing everyone a happy day, remembering your mother and/or a mother figure dear to you. If you are a mother, enjoy your family today.

Related links:
day before Mother’s Day 2007 in my garden (the lilacs and Mexican orange are late this year!)
Mother’s Day 2006
Mother’s Day 2005