
Originally posted on Call Me Lou.:
I am alive. Several folks contacted me to see where I had gone to. I apologize for my abrupt absence, but I’m into my 4th week of Covid-19. It is the sickest I’ve probably…
Originally posted on Call Me Lou.:
I am alive. Several folks contacted me to see where I had gone to. I apologize for my abrupt absence, but I’m into my 4th week of Covid-19. It is the sickest I’ve probably…
by zeuslyone in Equality, Justice, Perspective Tags: Anecdote, Black Lives Matter, Experience Hi everybody. I simply had to share this poignant and beautifully written piece on this topic. Zeuslyone’s words touched me deeply: I’ve been quite hopeful to see the Black Lives Matter protests in recent weeks. I was…
Originally posted on Finding Our Way Home:
As most people know by now, on May 25th, George Floyd, a 46-year-old African-American man, was killed by a white police officer, Derek Chauvin, who pressed his knee into Floyd’s neck for 8…
One of the most beautiful experiences of my life happened at a funeral. In February of 2009 my husband’s sister Kim died. Kim was born with Down’s Syndrome. She lived to be in her early fifties and died after living…
Autumn. I feel such peace as I look out of the big picture window in my apartment at the blanket of colour that greets me. I can actually hear the branches of the trees, laden with brilliant yellow and red…
Stable You gave shelter When there was no one there Who would make room for a woman With child Today There is still no room at the inn For those untidy lives That do not hit The mark Make room…
Originally posted on chopkins2x3:
In honor of our younger brother, Chris, who was killed when an impaired driver crashed into the van Chris was driving. Today is Chris’s birthday. It has been nearly three years since he was stolen…
Okay, I so did not see this coming. It kind of blew me away actually. It gets better. Is that even possible? It means the world to me that the person who nominated me for the award is someone I…
Anger. Hurt. Anger. Shock. Anger. A feeling of betrayal. Anger. Quite the meditation session. Not my usual. As I sat on the cushion meditating my mind wouldn’t stop. Back to the breath. I’m in mourning? Oh my God. I’m in mourning.…
As you know, this blog is about people and events that have had an impact on my life. Have played a role in shaping who I am today. We do not live in a vacuum. I am the result of…