There is something mystical about the early hours of morn when the world is hushed in slumber. This morning I awoke to a crystalline snowy winter wonderland, glistening in the fading moonlight. I thought about reaching for my camera, opting instead to capture the image to memory. I stole a few moments in the silence, pausing to breathe - to take it all in. Today is going to be a really good day.
Then it was out the door to greet the hectic and the routine of the commute. The snow was wet and heavy -- perfect snowball making conditions. I made a mini snowman and planted it on hubby's car and carved my signature hearts and smiles on his windshield.
The tranquility of the morn was a perfect beginning, not to be repeated for the rest of the day. But no matter; the gift was accepted, and cherished. And for that, I am truly grateful.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Help an Everyday Child Learn, Earn, and Return
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Logo courtesy of www.everydaychild.org/ |
I love mostly everything and anything to do with education; I donated to help them reach their goal of building their learning centre by 2014. I grew up in the hay day of education -- when schools provided a myriad of activities,arts, music, opportunities, access to equipment, clubs and teams to join - all at no cost to the student. We were taught to play instruments, sew, cook, woodwork, repair, weld, paint, and create. Today's children are not so fortunate, especially those who are impoverished or living in regions with no access to education. If we all give a little, we can achieve alot.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Howling Arrival
The wind is howling, slamming the tree branches against the windows, unceremoniously announcing the arrival of yet another winter storm. The weather channel is splashed in red weather warnings adorned in many adjectives, not of which inspire me for my morning commute. Such is life in Canada. I will leave a little earlier and pay homage to my four wheel drive as I maneuver my way to work. I have safe transportation, and for that, I am truly grateful.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Give a Little to End the Use of Child Soldiers
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Photo courtesy of http://www.childsoldiers.org/ |
Wanting to transform his hellish experiences into a constructive contribution, he founded the Roméo Dallaire Child Soldiers Initiative, and made it his life's mission to end the use of child soldiers worldwide. He documented his experiences and proposed solutions in two best-selling books: Shake Hands with the Devil and They Fight like Soldiers, Die like Children: The Global Quest to Eradicate the Use of Child Soldiers.
Just imagine more than 250,000 children (estimated 30-40% girls) recruited - often forced - to be soldiers. Many are stolen from their families, maimed, raped, drugged, used as sex slaves or otherwise abused and as child soldiers, are often forced to commit atrocities against friends, families and neighbours. Dallaire says children are used because they are considered expendable, plentiful, cheap to maintain and easily indoctrinated by the adults who recruit them. They are used as a strategic military tool—a weapons system—to advance the interests of persistent human rights violators.
For my weekly Give a Little challenge I donated to the Child Soldiers Initiative which is committed to ending the use and recruitment of child soldiers worldwide, with a focus on prevention, through ground-breaking research, advocacy, and security-sector training.
Because to tell you the truth, if Dallaire can be selfless and brave enough to take on the fight of a lifetime, the least I can do is give a little to support the cause.
His book has been made into a documentary. Watch the trailer.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Full Steam Ahead
Well things are in full motion and the flurry of emails have begun -- how to prepare and articles to read about Tanzania; suggested Swahili language CDs and books; vaccination requirements; visas and entry paperwork; and the list goes on... Tanzania is taking shape before my very eyes and I can feel that tingling in the pit of my stomach that I get when I anticipate something good is about to happen.
When my friend asked me about Africa and told me she would like to voluntour with me, I was afraid to get my hopes up. I waited for several days for her email with subject line: Trip. Then it arrived with the simple message: "How do we book this thing?"
We finally had a chance to touch base today after having booked the trip last week. We were giddy and full of questions, ideas, and speculations - all expressed in rapid succession, in overlapping sentences. It'll be our first trip together since we were 14 and 16 years old and we both agree that it is OVERDUE!
We have no illusions; although it's called a volunteer trip, the purpose is really a cultural exchange to ultimately build bridges. We will leave with more than we give and if we are lucky, we will leave a little of us behind and take a piece of Tanzania home with us. It has me reflecting alot on our attitudes and intentions toward developing nations. I realize that often our good intentions have far reaching, negative consequences and I have to take more time to research my participation in philanthropic efforts to ensure that they align with sustainability and do no harm.
In the meantime we will have months of planning and anticipation to look forward to, and look forward we will!
Time to resuscitate my Africa Calling blog and add a second act.
Time to resuscitate my Africa Calling blog and add a second act.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Have a Heart: Give a Little Love and Water
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Image courtesy of VDay http://www.vday.org/ |
Valentine’s Day had Twitter abuzz with loving sentiments and
wishes for a better world. Valentine’s Day is also the VDay – the One Billion Rising Campaign to end
violence against women and girls. The
global One Billion Rising movement is based on the estimate from the UN that
one in three women will be beaten or raped during their lifetime, meaning one
billion worldwide. Powerful images of women (and men) in Canada
and from far-away – Afghanistan, India, UK, Philippines, Europe, Australia –
marching and dancing in solidarity to demand an end to this violence inspired
me to “give a little” to the effort. I am a woman with three daughters and I
can’t fathom the thought of any of them – or anyone for that matter - being
subjected to harm. It must be globally unacceptable.
In my recently acquired health regiment [lifestyle change] I am been slugging back copious amounts of water, supposedly clean water
that comes to me effortlessly by simply turning on a tap. Last week (I’m a little behind in my
reporting) I was inspired to support the water.org initiative that works with
local partners to find solutions to provide the one billion on the planet who
do not have such ready access to clean water – as well as sanitation to the
three billion who are without toilets! Next time you are sitting on the throne
with toilet paper at your fingertips, try to imagine what life would be like if
there wasn't a toilet to be found …
HELP!Have ideas to help me in my weekly quest? Please share!
Read about my weekly Give a Little challenge and other posts. I have to give ongoing props to Wendy Smith for her inspiring book, Give a Little. Consider giving it a read.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Adventure Calling
On a day basked in red, pink, chocolate and hearts, the spark of a lifetime dream was ignited. My life-long friend and I booked a volunteer trip to Kilimanjaro, Tanzania. After months of wanting, wishing, and wondering, I converted "if" to "when".
And as with all things that are important to me, the anticipation is as exciting as the adventure. One thing I have learned is that although the trip is cloaked in volunteerism, we will leave a part of ourselves in Africa and come home with more than we went with. We will learn, experience, share, care, cry, laugh, and wonder. And just like my trip to Kenya with Kidlet, I will make this memory with someone I love, and we'll have this treasure to relive again and again for years to come.
What a perfect day! I share my life with a man who still makes my heart skip a beat; my dress zipped up effortlessly (not so a week or two ago); and I am on the way to Tanzania. A reminder to dream, for they do indeed come true. Life is good - and for that, I am supremely grateful.
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