July 1st is my country’s birthday. Over the past 20 years, I’ve become a citizen of the world. Nevertheless, I love Canada, and I missed it during my 18 years as an expatriate.
(Needless to say I didn't miss using tax software and paying Canadian taxes from which being an expat freed me!)
1) Free your heart from hatred - forgive :)
2) Free your mind from worries - most never happen!
3) Live simply and appreciate what you have
4) Give more
5) Expect less
Susan notes: this story is dedicated today to the people around the world facing hardship, challenges and/or violence.
One night I had a dream. I dreamed that I was walking along the sandy beach with God.
I am quite thankful that as we walked hand in hand, God showed me His infinite patience by not throwing me into the sea 'coz I must have asked Him "Are we there yet?" a million times.
hands are not about politics / this is a poem about love / and fingers/ fingers interlock like a beautiful zipper of prayer
--Sarah Kay
Plenty of 14-year-old girls write poetry. But few hide under the bar of the famous Bowery Poetry Club in Manhattan’s East Village absorbing the talents of New York’s most exciting poets.
It was the coldest winter ever – so cold that many animals froze to death.
In an effort to save themselves from this icy fate, the porcupines decided to gather together to fend off the chill.
They huddled close to each other, covered and protected from the elements, and warmed by their collective body heat.