In an effort to save costs, Canada Post announced yesterday that in the New Year it will phase out home delivery of mail over a 5 year period. “Door-to-door delivery stoppage will affect about 1/3 of Canadian households and thousands of letter carriers.”
Is it just me, or in this world of “Human Resource professionals,” personnel consultants, & employee counsellors, is it not shameful that those whose employment is most likely to be affected would learn of this decision through the media & feel blindsided?!…
It’s not the first time, such incidents have happened, but surely we live in a time where we can do better about that….
For those shell-shocked letter carriers, perhaps there’s an entrepreneurial opportunity for the future to assist “seniors” that has an element of “pick-me-up” & thinking outside the “community box”……echos of “Muffin ‘n’ Mail”, “Meals ‘n’ Mail on Wheels”, “newsPaper ‘n’ thePost”….let your imaginations wander!….
Across the country in Ontario, hundreds of long-time workers in a Heinz processing plant that will be closed & in a Kellogg’s plant where processing will be moved to Thailand, are facing loss of their jobs too….
Economies of scale….uncertainty seems to continue for many & perhaps intensify….
“Tis the season to be jolly, keeping spirits bright”…..the media bombards us with at every turn, this time of year. Facing uncertainties about health or finances & the myriad of other things that can fuel anxiety, somehow a focus on time with each other & peace, hope, joy & love with simple things seems it could be a way to go for a somewhat less stressful festive season.
Can we each put cherish over malice?…peace
Can we each shine light over darkness?…hope
Can we each cradle & hug sadness?…joy
Can we each console & understand?…love
May it be so in our hearts & minds and sing—yes for the holidays and beyond!…..
In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air,
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.
What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart. -Christina. Rossetti-1872 excerpt
Cheers to an openhearted Thursday & festive season!…