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a daily breath...
A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
Gentle thoughts, harshly
written on whatever
scrap of paper available.
This is your life.
This is an attempt to
make sense or make do
with the scattered bits of
information that float
to the surface of a
What is of one’s concern
need not translate into a
narrative easily understood
by others. You may not
fully comprehend its true
meaning yourself, at least
not in one sitting.
Give yourself the time.
You need to find the clarity
you need. A daunting task…
you need not ask for any
opinions from others, Each
of us sees things differently.
Today I sit with a stack of blank holiday cards in front of me, and a dog-eared address book full of names, phone numbers and/or addresses from across the globe.
The names are familiar, and the extent to which I know each person varies in time and in depth. Yet, with each name, there is a friendship shared but not acknowledged as often as it should be.
A Christmas card allows me an opportunity. I will write messages of varying length to the people on my list to acknowledge the season as well as the person.
The true meaning of friendship goes beyond words.
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
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logical and chronological
This week the remains of 215 children were discovered on what was once the site of the Kamloops Indian Residential School.
This was Canada’s largest residential school.
These children were taken from their families decades ago.
They were not cared for.
They were not accounted for.
They were not among the 4,110 children already documented as having died in the Canadian residential school system.
The schools killed them.
It is expected there will be more bodies located on the grounds of this school, and possibly other schools across this country.
The Kamloops Indian Residential School was closed in 1978. This was within my lifetime.
The last residential school in this country was closed in 1996, within my child’s lifetime.
The residential schools are the bleakest chapter in my county’s history.
Sadly, the history is all too recent.
Genocide existed in Canada in my lifetime.
I am ashamed.
These are only facts.