Well, I think I’ve finally recovered from all the prep and execution of the Freethinker Family Camp, Camp Hoodoo!
I’ll put up a few pictorial highlights of our amazing weekend:
Today while being a domestic goddess (unwillingly, mind you), I turned on a YouTube channel to have something on in the background as I worked. I turned on an Oprah episode (I know, how cliche!), and all of a sudden, I stopped working to watch.
It’s an interview with the journalist Nicholas Kristof and his partner, Sheryl WuDunn, about their book: Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide.
I was most struck by this statistic, taken from their book’s foreword:
It appears that more girls have been killed in the last fifty years, precisely because they were girls, than men were killed in all the battles of the twentieth century. More girls are killed in this routine ‘gendercide’ in any one decade than people were slaughtered in all the genocides of the twentieth century.
Hearing information like this takes my breath away.
Earlier this week, Jerry and I (along with some friends) attended the Governor General’s lecture that commemorated the 50th anniversary of the Canadian Bill of Rights. Michaëlle Jean may be a governmental figurehead as GG, but she’s also an amazing advocate for women and First Nations peoples. Her talk was inspirational, and I really wished Emma was old enough that I could have taken her along with me to hear such a woman speak.
During the question and answer portion of the talk, the first person to stand and speak was a man who was clearly upset with Jean and the panel of university faculty/students who were advocating for womens’ rights as human rights. He incoherently rambled a rant that essentially boiled down to a concern that women were attempting to domineer their way in society as a vindictive attempt of establish a place of feminine power over men.
Of course, no one took him seriously. [Jean's later response to his question was priceless: "domination is destruction -- not only that, it's boring."]
I’ve had some issues with the whole mens’ rights movement, and while part of me wants to take it seriously (especially when it concerns fathers’ rights), there’s another part of me that thinks all of it is pretty silly, especially when compared to the plight of most women in the world.
I think I need to read this book, and maybe forward it to some of the mens’ rights advocates I know. *That* could lead to some really interesting conversations over a beer!
“I must learn to love the fool in me, the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.”
— Theodore Isaac Rubin
I’m in the last few stages of planning for this year’s first-annual Freethinker Family Camp — and as usual, I’m finding that I’ve been a little too ambitious for my own good. Thankfully, many people have stepped up to help and I’m receiving it from some unexpected sources! (of course, I’m also not getting help from sources I expected, but c’est la vie)
Hopefully this weekend will go well. Some of the activities we’ve got planned:
and of course, lots of general free time for the kids to hang out in the great prairie outdoors. We’ve got a little more than 30 people signed up to come to camp, and it’s only our first year — pretty exciting!
Sometime before heading out to camp I’ve got to mark 16 speeches, and 2 other assignments — plus I’d like to get some sleep in there too.
Stay tuned for an update on how things went, sometime next week.
A funny thing happened tonight while typing out an email to my little sister — I meant to write the words “a part” but instead my fingers missed the space bar and I typed the word: “apart.” It’s funny, because that one careless typo holds all kinds of symbolism and pretty much describes my last few months…
For nearly the last year-and-a-half, the Saskatoon Freethinkers have been in the forefront of most of my extra time. I knew from the first meeting we attended (in February 2009), that I wanted to be a part of the group’s leadership team, because it was JUST what I was looking for in Saskatoon. By this point, Jerry and I were still pretty much new in our outspoken atheist life, and we were so hungry for like-minded friendships and conversations.
And, it worked out! I immediately started volunteering for the group, leading talks, and soon enough, I was right there with the movers and shakers. I loved it. I loved being a part of the movement. I loved the responsibility, I loved the interactions, and I even loved helping with the administrative functions of the group (if only because I knew we were setting up something significant).
I was so proud to be on discussion panels, be interviewed for news articles, and even challenge good ol’ John Gormley in defense of our group. So much of my experience was great fun!
But, like in most relationships, there’s the ups and the downs. Pretty soon, there were some conflicts and disagreements that never really got resolved, but just got pushed aside or buried.
Before I knew it, my world started getting bigger than just the Freethinkers group, as I helped start up the side-groups of Saskatoon Secular Family Network and Café Apostate. Pretty soon I found myself volunteering to be a parent education assistant with the Foundation Beyond Belief organization, a US-based charity for atheists and humanists started by Dale McGowan, one of my heroes of secular parenting. [I've only recently realized that our secular parenting group is one of the only active ones in Canada -- and this weekend we're hosting a Freethinker Family Camp that's gotten notice all over the country!]
And — last week I started my journey toward becoming a secular celebrant, and was officially accepted into the Celebrant Foundation and Institute‘s 2010-11 academic program. Plus, this week I was invited to be a part of the writing team for a nation-wide blog for Canadian Atheists, representing Saskatoon. (So, I’ve been busy.)
This June, as I was in the thick of all the interpersonal drama with the group, I remember feeling very hurt and confused by what was going on — while also feeling misunderstood and undervalued. But now that I’ve had some time to think/stew/dwell on everything that’s happened, I can find some actual GOOD that came from the whole experience:
As cheesy as it may sound, I feel like I’m finally in a place of peace about the whole situation. Part of me thinks that it took something as shattering as this separation to really wake me up to prioritize my efforts as to what I want to do for the humanist side of the atheist movement. Some lessons are harder than others to learn (I know, again with the cliches) — but in this case, I’m really glad to see that there’s positives I can take from something that felt so painful to experience.
So, that’s my journey of how I went from being
a part of the Saskatoon Freethinkers
to feeling apart from it
and finally returning to be a part of the group, but in an entirely different place.
And that’s okay.
*[disclaimer: I know that some of the current leadership team may read my blog (or my Facebook notes), so let me state that this post isn't meant to be a passive-aggressive slam on the group or the current team leading the Freethinkers. This post is just meant to be me, reflecting on my experience, on my personal blog. Feel free to comment, email, or call me if you've got questions or comments about what I write here.]