I never thought I would say this but I actually love working on the farm. (I hope my father isn’t reading this)
Yes, I know I haven’t been here long but I already feel comfortable and as though I’m learning quite fast. You’re probably thinking ‘dude there’s like not much to learn on a farm’. And this is where I faint. You can learn a much or as little as you want.
It’s a fairly simple process but it has to be done right so that:
1. you don’t hurt the cows
2. you don’t hurt yourself.
And that is something that I relate back to life. If we live life in a healthy way we should also concentrate on not hurting other people and not hurting ourselves. When I took those two guidelines into consideration my life drastically changed. I used to be selfish, only though of me, myself and I. But what did I gain by being this way? Absolutely nothing. People don’t want to get to know people that just talk about themselves but rather people want to get to know people that have lived, that have seen things, that have experience and want to share rather than impose.
I’m really dropping the ball on this blogging thing. It’s not that I’ve forgotten to write it’s that I just haven’t been making the time the time for it I’ve been making excuses to not write. On a side note, I’ve actually been journaling a lot, I even wrote a few poems, I just haven’t been posting things.
I know, I know, I’m making more excuses but eh, nothing I can do about it now. Actually… YES…. there’s much that I can do and I’m asking your help to keep me accountable to blogging. If you notice that I haven’t been blogging do send me a friendly reminder saying yo bruh you’re failing at blogging. I promise that I won’t slam the door on your nose next time you visit.
To keep you update on my Australian NET journey I do have to say that things have been pretty rocky these past few weeks but really great at the same time. As I was told by someone I greatly admire there are three stages to living in community.
The honeymoon stage where everything is unicorns, lollypops and butterflies.
The you’re an idiot stage where everything is someone else’s fault and I’m the perfect person
The wait a second… I’m and idiot too stage where you realize that you’re not as perfect as you thought.
Here goes the last push of the my time in the Archdiocese. I do have to say that it will be really hard for me to leave because of all the contacts and good friends I’ve made. My eyes water just to the thought of leaving (who put these onions here?)
Just as I was going to write about the upcoming weeks a song came up and the lyrics made so much sense. Now, I know that many of you know this song by Kenny Rogers, The Gambler, but I’m going to dig a bit in some of the lyrics. I know what I’m about to say isn’t exactly fitting with the rest of the song but eh, it’s what caught my attention.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run.
This reminds me of God’s will and how sometimes (often) we try to do our own will.
Ego, in my opinion stands for Edging God Out as when we think about ourselves we completely forget about God. This line reminds me of the spirit of discernment. We have to know when to pursue something, when to put it on
the back burner and when to stop. If it’s meant to be God will bring it up again. Know when to run. Run when you know it’s not God’s will as it will only cause disaster.
Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin’ is knowin’ what to throw away and knowin’ what to keep. ‘Cause every hand’s a winner and every hand’s a loser.
Knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep. If you have a friends that always complains and keeps talking about themselves and you can never share what is on your mind. Is that a throw away or a keep? Continue reading “The Gambler”→
Who here likes to write? I’m not sure but I think it’s safe to assume that many people who read my blog are bloggers themselves. Come out from hiding and help us raise awareness, the many sons and daughters that are suffering. Help us show them how much they are loved, how much they are appreciated and how much they are wanted.
To feel loved is something unimaginable to many, what can we do to show our love to them?
So breathe. Suck back Air.
Let’s stop looking at suicide as a statistic and start looking at it as people. People who weren’t seeing their worth, people who were struggling with things we can’t even imagine, people made in God’s image.
Love, we need love. Compassion, we need compassion. God, we have God.
Open the discussion, talk about it, do not be afraid because a simple conversation can turn someone’s life around. Positivity, it’s all around us but are we sharing it with others or are we being selfish and keeping it to ourselves.
Let tradition and ceremony be your medicine. Let the ancient tongues of your grandmothers be your lullaby. Let prayers be the wings that give you flight. Let not another light be stolen. Not another loss to suicide. Not now. Breathe. Suck back air. Helen Knott Spoken Word – We Matter Campaign Continue reading “Breathe. Suck back air.”→
Snow at the beginning of October? Yes! Snow at the beginning of October!
The weather has been pretty gloomy, I haven’t seen the sun for over 10 days. It all started with rain. Rain that caused a swimming pool in the yard then it froze leading to ice and snow.
Don’t get me wrong, I really like snow but I prefer snow when the sun is out as well. As I mentioned, it’s been very gloomy, dark and I would even describe it as depressing. Snow, snow, snow and more snow, hey! Let is snow! Let it snow! Let is sno-oh-o!
Winter is not here yet, I refuse to accept that! I’m a strong believer of Fall, a time for pumpkin pie, turkey, stuffing and fresh veggies. This year the fresh veggies are a bit different, we have sweet carrots (because they froze), frozen tomatoes and potatoes that are still in the garden because we can’t get them under all that snow.
Spiritual pride, many suffer from it AND they don’t even realize how their spiritual pride is affecting others. By the way, pride is a deadly sin…
When one says things like Salvation won’t come to you because you do this and that… then this person is putting themselves on a pedestal, they are making themselves better than the other person. Remember, when you’re pointing the finger at someone three other fingers are point your direction.
You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all. St. Therese of Lisieux
Actually, someone once said this to me I will keep on bullying as long as I can convert others. In my opinion there is much pride in that statement. Bullying is never right and everyone in their right mind should agree with that. Bullying means taking advantage of someone. Is taking advantage of someone ever a good thing? NO! Never! A bully tries to show others that they are the boss and that they are better than everyone else, they belittle others.
There’s a lot of I in that statement. It’s all about me!
…until I can convert other. Who converts who? Doesn’t conversion come from God? Isn’t conversion a choice that has to come from within? We can help bring conversion but we can’t convert someone. Sounds like this person was trying to take credit for God’s work. Continue reading “Spiritual pride”→
I can’t bare the thought of being in a safe home not needing to worry about my family while everyone in Haiti is preparing to take cover. My heart is completely torn apart.
I really didn’t think I left my heart in Haiti until I went to WYD. Haitians are very patriotic so whenever I spotted one walking around I went out of my way to speak with them in their own language. The more I spoke with them the more I fell in love with the country again. I lost a lot of my Haitian Créole but I could still hold a basic conversation with them.
It was always great to see their reaction!
Eh! Kijan nou ye? Nou byen…. ou pale Kreyol?????
Hey! How are you? We’re fine…. you speak Créole?????
Their reaction was like why is this white woman speaking our language? It just doesn’t make sense! We’ve been caught as we can’t talk in the secret of our language.Continue reading “No rest for Haitians”→