🌅 EARLY SUNDAY MORNING MUSINGS: What Are We Going To Do? 🌅
This morning, long before sunrise, I stepped outside for just a moment.
The air was so fresh, the stars so bright, the silence so pure… it felt like the world was giving me one tiny breath of hope. 🌌✨
But inside me was still the heaviness of what I see every single day in this city—
the bent-over bodies, the overdoses, the fentanyl-benzo freeze, people swaying like they might collapse… or die.
And sometimes they do. 💔
💔 The Sight That Breaks You and Numbs You
If you live here, you know exactly what I’m talking about:
People standing like statues, folded at the waist, barely conscious.
Bodies shutting down in real time.
Others walking by, afraid or numb.
We feel anger, we feel fear, we feel empathy…
and then guilt for feeling all these things at once. 😢😣💔
I’ve seen people collapse. I’ve seen people unresponsive on cement floors of SkyTrain stations.
I’ve called it in so many times they got annoyed with me.
But I still called — because someone had to.
Because that person was somebody’s baby once. 👶💔
💊 Why Is This Happening?
Fentanyl alone is deadly enough.
But now the supply is mixed with benzodiazepines, a combo that:
- makes the high feel longer
- freezes the body
- stops people from responding to Narcan
- leaves them trapped in a half-conscious limbo
This isn’t a “high.”
This is a toxic crisis happening in slow motion, in public, every day.
🚫 Why Doesn’t Anyone Intervene?
Because our system is broken.
- EMS is overwhelmed
- detox has waitlists
- shelters are full
- healing centres don’t exist
- burnout is everywhere
- trauma has become “normal”
- and we pretend this is how a city is supposed to look
It’s not allowed.
It’s simply impossible for the system to respond anymore.
And that should scare all of us. 😞
🍺 And Meanwhile… the Bus Shelter Ads?
Johnny Walker 🍺
Crown Royal 🥃
Huge glossy posters in TransLink shelters.
How does someone newly out of rehab feel when they’re bombarded by alcohol ads?
How do kids interpret this?
We talk about “harm reduction,”
but we sell addiction as glamour.
Something is twisted here. 🤯
🌱 Where Are the Healing Centres?
Where is land-based healing?
Where are long-term, Indigenous-led programs?
Where are the garden beds, bike rides, storytelling circles, morning chores, purpose, belonging?
People need purpose.
Purpose keeps us alive.
Purpose keeps us human.
Everyone should have the chance to work in gardens, tend animals, cook meals, learn, teach, grow.
Not just survive on the sidewalk. 🌿💚
🌍 A World Out of Balance… and Still, a Beautiful Morning
Sometimes the world feels f*cked.
Sometimes the news makes your stomach drop.
Sometimes AI experts warn about the future, and it feels like a sci-fi movie coming true. 🤖⚠️
But then…
you step outside at 6 a.m.,
and the air is crisp and clean,
and the stars shine,
and you remember:
I am here. I am alive. I have a roof. I have a bed. I have a chance.
And gratitude softens everything for a moment. 🌟🙏
🌀 Disconnected from Land. Disconnected from Culture. Disconnected from Each Other.
This is the root.
We taught kids that life is tech, not touch.
Screens, not soil.
Delivery apps, not community.
Algorithms, not aunties and elders.
And now we wonder why everyone is burnt out, lonely, anxious, addicted, or checked out.
We have wandered so far from the land
that we don’t even recognise the medicine anymore. 🌿💔
✨ So What Are We Going To Do?
Maybe the answer isn’t in governments or systems that keep failing.
Maybe it’s in us — the everyday people who still see, who still care, who still feel.
Maybe it’s in:
🌱 Pushing for real healing centres — not warehouses
🔥 Demanding dignity for unhoused people
📣 Speaking up, even when they get annoyed
💚 Calling it in, even when we’re tired
🧡 Reconnecting to land
🌿 Growing gardens
🤝 Building tiny communities of care
🕊 Telling the truth in our blogs, our art, our stories
Maybe the world is broken,
but WE don’t have to be.
Not yet. Not ever. ✨💫
🌞 So Early Sunday Morning… I Ask You:
What are we going to do?
Not as governments,
not as corporations,
but as human beings who still have hearts.
Because the sky was beautiful this morning.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s a reminder
that the world is still worth saving —
and so are we. 💛🌍✨
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