Monthly Archives: May 2010
How very exciting! According to the annual Mercer Quality of Living survey, Calgary received the number one spot in the whole world as the most eco-friendly city! Can I hear a big fat whoop whoop?
The survey identifies the cities with the best eco-ranking based on water availability and drinkability, waste removal, quality of sewage systems, air pollution and traffic congestion. That is a whole lot of eco friendly business going on to be dubbed as the top city in the whole world! Oh, be proud Calgary, be very proud!
And for those of you who cannot claim to be a part of such a positive recognition, I challenge you to start…stat! There are so many things you can do to contribute to keeping our beautiful little planet and city just that, beautiful. Start with small challenges like riding your bike to work, do simple things like recycling or picking up garbage in your neighborhood, stop using styrofoam and plastic bags, quit using so much paper, turn your computer off when your not using it, and quit wasting so much water. Pick one little task each week that is environmentally friendly and master it in those seven days.
PS im heading out to plant trees with my bugs this weekend, its gonna be fun!
I found Miru Kims work through her speech on TED talks and I fell in love with her creations. She refers to herself not as a photographer but instead an artist and an urban explorer who brings life into places that most would look at as lifeless. She searches out the dark nooks and crannies of a city, the abandoned and forbidden places that most would dare not to venture into and she makes them come to life by simply adding real life (herself) into the setting. Its beautiful, all of her work I find so capturing! Check it out!
Two guys are talking to each other and one guy says he has a question for God. He wants to ask why God allows all of this poverty and war and suffering to exist in this world. And his friend says “well why dont you ask?” The fellow shakes his head and says he is scared. When his friend asks why, he mutters “Im scared God will ask me the same question”.
Over and over when I ask God why all of these injustices are allowed to exist in this world, I can feel the Spirit whisper to me, “You tell me why we allow this to happen. You are my body, my hands, my feet”.
-The Irresistible Revolution, Shane Claiborne
The word Christian is a verb, it is not a noun. Christians….I repeat, the word Christian is a VERB, NOT a noun…
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And so, I wait because you have already left and my work here, is done. I wait and wonder how my skin feels like it’s made of love letters written a hundred years too soon (too late). I wonder at the mystery of life and how much of it can possibly remain. I wonder at pain and hurt and love and time and how much of each I held. I wonder at how I cannot remember anything in my life before I met you. I wonder at the tiniest of touches and try, desperately, to keep their memories alive. I wonder at how long it’ll be, before I see you again. I wait. And I wonder.
Rip yourself open.
Tell me my life story before I die.
Sew yourself shut.
Give me terror.
Give me panic.
The world is your cradle and your trap.
I know that feeling.
Give me courage.
Give me heart.
The rest you already know.
Everything before now, before now, before now, is just a story I carry around.
I was always writing in the sand, writing in the dust.
-Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk
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Chuck Bass you little dirty dog. Sleeping around, messing with little J, the endless drugs and scamming, and yet you still find a way into my heart, always…in all ways. Moral of the story you sly son of a gun…dont die. Just don’t. The queen needs her king, its the rules of the game.
Destiny is for losers. Its just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen
instead of making them happen.
For the last few days I have worked with a beautiful eight-six year old woman. She is a kind, bubbly lady who loves to giggle, talk about her family, and tell me how beautiful I am (which conveniently is always right before she convinces me to rub her back). I really do enjoy working with her even if her dementia is kicking in and she repeats the same old questions every few minutes.
The other day we started talking about marriage, one of my favorite subjects to bring up with the seniors I work with. She asked how old I was and naturally the next question was whether or not I am married. When I told her I wasn’t she gave off a tiny little shrill of relief and said I was a smart women with my head on my shoulders. She went on to explain that her marriage was the best thing that happened to her but only because she broke tradition and waited to get married when she was thirty five. She spoke about the judgement that came along with that decision, the worry it caused her family, and the doubt it put in her own mind. She made me promise that as each of my girlfriends get married I attend the wedding with a smile and dont allow their happy day to fill me with doubt or sadness over me not being married myself.
I love the wisdom that comes with age, I love the grace that comes with a long life lived with ample regrets and gratitude. It is quite rare to explain to seniors about my lifestyle choices and my decision of not getting married young and have it be received well, so to hear her being excited about my path was quite surprising and I was rather enjoying the way this conversation was going. She assured me that with each year that passes, wisdom will grow in me so I have the ability to pick the perfect life partner, someone I will not rush into things with and someone I will be more than sure about because I waited so long. I was eating up her every word.
Then, she asked once again how old I was. I repeated I was twenty six and she got this sudden look of dispare on her face. “Oh, goodness, I must have been confused. I meant to say I got married when I was twenty five” she said, “your in real trouble baby girl, your clock is ticking and if you expect to have babies and find a man that wants you, you better get on the train”!
Ha, darn, and just like that the conversation was over….
Disclaimer: Working with seniors was not the job I spoke about disliking in my last post. As always I have a few jobs on the go, and chillin with a few old birds here and there happens to be something I love very much!
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