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This beautiful snow falling ... and falling over!

This beautiful falling snow reminds me that it will be Christmas soon. I usually have a shiver of dread when I get to prériode this year. I tell myself that I can not do that before Rudolph's nose is pointing lit, I'll collapse under the corrections and the end of session wrap well. I wonder, anxious, what I'll buy everyone and do not see myself doing other than a race against time, December 23, seeking a gift that will please every person I love.

Not this year, not friends. I even wait until Christmas, you can imagine. Army my new bathrobe fleece and special "Learn to survive the holidays" my dear Oprah, I will prepare myself to do what I do during the holiday season: relax. And this little snowfall invited me to this: breathe, take it cool for the first time since returning home in June.

Why am I so? Does reading Eckhart Tolle is finally bearing fruit? I do not know. What I know is that I'm tired of my Christmas Quebecois year past. Do not misunderstand me, the Christmas markets of Barcelona, Liege and Antwerp were beautiful and there is something very interesting to experience Christmas in the distance. Still, I'm glad to be here this year and experience the holidays with my family. And snow! I know you shovel, last year, you do tricks in their kidneys, but me, except for a few eternal snow in Norway, I have not seen snow since March 2007. A dull moment, right?

I think I write myself this entry as a preventive measure. This year, I do not want to fall into the madness of Christmas. I do not want to be bewitched by this perception that I can not do. We'll all get together at Christmas, as they say. The difference is that this year, I'd get there in peace. Is not this the best gift I could offer?

The snow falls over. The gray is back, perhaps to remind me that November is still there for a while and if I happen to be at peace in December, I have to do whatever I have left to do before then taking advantage of this moment gray is the best, since it is the present moment. He is everything I have.

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Yes we can!

I was talking to my sister sometimes. She has been fortunate to be in Times Square last night. She said she had lived through one of the best days of his life. And I believe her. I was neither New York nor Chicago yesterday, but I still felt the immense serenity that seemed to blow the world today. Everywhere there is talk of hope, change and new opportunities. A black president of the United States. A young man, handsome, intelligent, with a beautiful woman who seems balanced and pretty girls lead the greatest power in the world. The man named Obama speaks well. It has the words Harvard and intonation of the deep South. He has a smile that moves mountains. He is honest, straightforward and organized. I would like as friend, I would like as boss, I want it to be my president.

Now everything made sense: the Jazz had a sense, had a new sense, our discussions were imbued with new meaning. I know it's because of the Indian summer, but the bottom of the air had a sweetness that it seems to me, was entirely appropriate to celebrate the beginning of the Obama era.

Do not get me wrong, I have not spent my day to tell me "Yes we can" and "We Shall Overcome" and chanting "This is the beginning of a new era." My lyrical were stopped pretty quickly this morning. On my way to work, rolling on the bucolic boulevard St-Joseph, I saw, next to a car dealership, the liberal signs installed last night. I guess they were raised as early to show us that for the next provincial election, our dear Jean Charest is always ready. This time, he said he must first think about the economy. I will, but it is still very far for inspiration "obamesque. When I see a liberal blonde lady tell me that I must first think about the economy, I feel like running away in Vermont, because we may have the right to dream now, the countries of the Uncle Sam

Do not even when I leave a provincial campaign stinking opportunism demolish my fondest hopes. Enough that I have trouble believing that Obama, his wife and two innocent little girls will not be corrupted by the American star system. I am not alone in being afraid. I leave you with this excerpt from a letter by Alice Walker (author of "The Color Purple"), addressed to Obama.

"I would advise you to remember that you did not create the disaster that the world is experiencing, and you alone are not responsible for bringing the world back to balance. A primary responsibility that you do have, however, is to cultivate happiness in your own life. To make a schedule that permits sufficient time of rest and play with your gorgeous wife and lovely daughters. And so on. One gathers that your family is large. We are used to seeing men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building; we notice their wives and children looking strained and stressed. They soon have smiles so lacking in joy that they remind us of scissors. This is no way to lead. Nor does your family deserve this fate. One way of thinking about all this is: It is so bad now that there is no excuse not to relax. From your happy, relaxed state, you can model real success, which is all that so many people in the world really want. They may buy endless cars and houses and furs and gobble up all the attention and space they can manage, or barely manage, but this is because it is not yet clear to them that success is truly an inside job. That it is within the reach of almost everyone." (http://www.theroot.com/id/48726 )

Je n'aurais pas pu dire mieux.

Je nous souhaite que ce temps doux dure longtemps. Le monde a besoin de recommencer à sourire, vous ne pensez-pas?