Two years ago and a bit, I read a blog post by my dear friend Khayyam.  It touched me, very deeply.  It spoke about being grateful for the losses and the death in your life.  About how experiencing those things can help you in appreciating the joys that you have been blessed with.  Two years ago, I needed to read that.

This evening, I re-read the post.

I was reading the comments and had forgotten that I had commented on it.  I re-read my own comment and smiled, because I felt exactly the same way about it now that I did then.  It was – and is – an awesome post.

You should really go and read it.

I also re-read Khayyam’s reply to my comment.
And took a very deep breath.
And felt tears come to my eyes.

He said something to me that he has said in the past, that I understood, but that I don’t think I ever felt in the way that it should have been felt before tonight…

…you’ve been the most wonderful reflection to view myself through…

My mind had always understood what Khayyam meant by that, but my heart finally also understood it tonight.

I don’t think that I could have truly understood what a compliment that was until I had someone in my life who is the most wonderful reflection to view myself through.  Someone who has shown me what he sees in me, and has me looking into the same reflection of me that he sees.

I am grateful.

I am so grateful to Khayyam for sharing his blog with the world.

I am and always will be so deeply and fiercely grateful to Dean for being the reflection through which I see myself now.

What a smile that reflection shows me.

Thank you.

Today and every day forever and always.

GPSM

Ten years ago, as I was sitting at work glued to a television with my two coworkers, the world changed.

Irrevocably.

In the days that followed, I was in the midst of many conversations about the events of that day, but one of them stuck out in my mind more than any of the others.

I was emailing back and forth with a close friend in the states, and was attempting to express the level of pain and loss that I was feeling. I recall her reply as if I was just reading her email now for the first time…

“I don’t know what you’re so upset about. You’re Canadian. They attacked us, not you.”

In retrospect, this single statement was the beginning of the end of our friendship. That sentiment, in it’s simplicity, expressed a selfish short-sightedness that – unfortunately – I wasn’t all that surprised to hear from her. Over the next few weeks, our friendship dwindled to non-existent.

The attacks on September 11th occurred in the United States, but the effects, the pain, the confusion… those things did not have borders. As we all sat watching the events unfold that day, we were not citizens of our countries, we were citizens of our planet.

In the weeks that followed, I sent my Canadian prayers around the world.
I watched as the world prayed for… the world.

In the decade that has followed 9-11, there have been changes in the way the planet sees.

Our collective eyes have been opened to the fact that we are not bound by borders; we never have been. What hurts one of us, hurts the rest of us. When we cry, we do not cry alone. What makes one of us stronger, serves to make the planet stronger. And when we – as a global community – help each other heal, we are powerful medicine.

I have kept my eyes open.

I hope that we all have.

Tell me and I’ll forget. Show me and I may not remember.Involve me and I’ll understand.
— Native American Proverb

I am inspired by many things.

I get inspired by watching the sun rise on occasion. Those occasions being when I am not having to get up with the sun, mostly… Those mornings I am more inspired by my coffee than by the sunrise.

But I digress.

Inspiration comes in many forms, and one of my favourites is when it comes from what might be an unexpected source. Over the past number of years, I have been inspired by a man that maybe most people would consider to be a source of comedy, rather than inspiration.

However, I remain inspired, as well as entertained.

The man is Kevin Smith.

You should recognize the name, if you know me. Or if you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time. One might say that I am a fan. I own all the movies (except Red State, and that will come) and I have been a fan of his Evening With series, his books and Smodcasts for as long as they have been around.

I was a late bloomer. I didn’t really know who Silent Bob was until I was well into my thirties. Since then, I have grown older with him. I have been moved to far more than just laughter by the man, and by his sharing of the trials of his life. I have truly been inspired.

Today, I was listening to a Smodcast episode titled, “Hall Rats“. It was recorded at the San Diego Comicon. As is his way, he spent time answering questions from the audience that had gathered not only to see a clip of Red State, but to hear a truly great writer speak.

Kevin Smith is one of the best story-tellers on the planet. He is funny, poignant, relatable, intelligent and raunchy. His stories are great writing come to life. He is one of the few people that I could listen to talk for hours on end, and never grow bored.

Or feel the overwhelming need to punch them in the face.
But that’s just me.

During the course of this Smod, Kevin spoke about many things. But one little bit of wisdom almost knocked the wind out of me.

“Surround yourself with WHY NOT.”

He goes on to explain that a lot of the time, we have people around us that continually reply to every idea that you might have with a “Why?” rather than a “Why not?”.

Interesting thought, isn’t it?

Maybe those flights of fancy wouldn’t seem so flighty if you had someone that was saying, “why not?” rather than an eye-rolling “why?”. I thought about the times in my life where all it would have taken to give me the right push in the right direction would have been for someone to ask me why not – rather than why.

Creativity – another thing that Kevin touched on during this Smod – is something that requires WHY NOT. ‘Why not’ encourages thinking, ‘why not’ frees the mind to open up new avenues of action. ‘Why’ closes doors and shuts down passion.

I’ve decided that I want to be surrounded by WHY NOT.

Seems like a much more friendly environment to be in.

So thank you, Kevin Smith.

Once again you have inspired me, Sir.

Smod-on, Sir.

I, for one, love it when Silent Bob breaks the silence.

PS… I also love the dick and fart jokes.  Just sayin’.