Australia!!!

Here I’m sitting on my bed  the bed at my host family enjoying the cool breeze coming through the window. I’M EXHAUSTED! I’m still stuck on Manitoba time and yet I’m 16 hours away from that. Yep, you read that right and for those of you that have been following then you probably put two and two together. I’M IN AUSTRALIA!!!!

The heat is incredible and the humidity is different. Needless to say, I already have a sunburn. I had not been here 24 hours yet and the sun is already attacking me đŸ˜„

But that’s ok, I should have applied not just two layers of sunscreen but five instead. On the bright side I got to see kangaroos, koalas, wombats, cockatoos and much more.

We had our orientation yesterday and it has only proven to me that this is where I’m supposed to be. I’m nervous, anxious but also joyful and anticipating the many good things that will come out of this year.

It’s going to be really hard to keep updating my blog but I promise you that I will be doing my best. I want to warn you that for the next 5-6 weeks I won’t have Internet. That means I won’t be posting anything but that’s ok as you’re probably tired of reading all about my nothingness.

And here for you enjoyment, a few pictures I took the other day.

You can still email me but I won’t answer back until training is done. I love you guys and can’t wait to catch up in 6 weeks ❀

And mom, don’t worry, I will be coming back home at the end of this year.

My Catholic Living

Stuck Because of Milk

Ok so, as many of you know, I come from a farming family. It’s pretty cool because we actually get fresh milk from the farm instead of that expensive store bought stuff. MMM real milk.

When we want milk, we don’t actually go milk a cow but rather go to the holding tank that keeps the milk cool and fresh. MMM real milk.

Last night my mother asked my sister and I to get milk. I was so tired that I fell asleep on the couch basically right after supper (and maybe I was also avoiding going outside in the cold). Either way when I woke up the next day I knew we still had to get the milk.

It was in the late morning when we finally summed up the courage to open the front door and face that deep snow to fill those two jugs of milk. The blowing snow made it hard to even find the car but eventually as we dusted it off and cleared the window we thought we would able to make it. I backed out and thought eh I can do this. Then I saw more snow and told my sister we’re not going to make it. And she quickly replied Don’t doubt yourself, you’re going to make it!  Continue reading “Stuck Because of Milk”

Confession Time

That was a beautiful honest confession. Those were the most beautiful words I heard yesterday.

I have both a confession and a story of grace for you. The confession is that I recently made the decision that I would restart drinking but only socially. This decisions wasn’t easy to make and I had actually consulted a few people about it as I really had not drank for about 3 years. Sounds legit right? Well long story short in just a few days I had completely over done it.

BUT I learned a lot from this, not only from the mistakes but from something else. From December 30th to January 1st I volunteered from something called Operation Red Nose.

The mission of Operation Red Nose is to encourage responsible behaviour (in a non-judgmental manner) with regard to impaired driving by enabling communities to provide a free and confidential chauffeur service to their members, the financial benefits of which are redistributed to local organizations dedicated to youth.

red-nose-logo-150So basically I got to drive people and their vehicle to a home location. You can read more about the service here.

On the first day I was the escort driver meaning that I got in the person’s vehicle accompanied by a navigator and our clients and we were followed by our other main vehicle. On the second day I was the navigator which also meant that I was the one doing the paper work. The second time, new years eve and new years morning, was a bit more of a challenge as we had call after call. Our team started around 11pm and got back to headquarters at 3:45 am and had around six calls. We had 12 teams on the road and if every team had between five and nine calls that meant that around 84 people were home safe and didn’t have to worry about finding their vehicle the next day.

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Mlle Goule & I

Hello my peeps!

I know, I know it’s been a while and so many things have changed. I’m now jobless and homeless but don’t worry about me because I have a goooood family and an even better plan. In just over a week I will be on my merry way to Australia for something crazy. Crazy? What daaa?? What does Celine have in store now?

Well like I told you a few weeks ago, I am joining NET Australia! Whoop whoop!

Now today, I’m sitting beside my lovely sister mlle Goule and she will be writing about everything that crosses her mind for the next 5 minutes. GO!

Since CĂ©line has no idea what I’m typing at the moment and will not see this until she proofreads I will take this opportunity to tell you about her. CĂ©line is a beautiful human being whom I have not always appreciated.


When we were little she was my babysitter and man oh man did we fight. I don’t mean actual fist fights, more like me throwing a peanut butter jar at her head and only slightly missing but ending up hitting the wall and making a small dent that our mom only found out about this year. Her type of discipline would be locking me up in the bathroom instead of my room since I wouldn’t have any toys to play with.
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The Gambler

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.tumblr_n55uadyo951qge9f4o1_1280

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”

Pink Koala

I just wanted a catchy title…..

Hello dear family and friends:

Community life is so wonderful! Since 2013 I have had the opportunity to experience community life with the Catholic Outreach Team and the Sisters of Holy Cross. Over the past 18 months I have been working as Coordinator of Youth Ministry for the Archdiocese of Keewatin-Le Pas.

I am overjoyed at the countless interesting experiences I have encountered and have decided that it’s time for me to take the next step. Over the past couple years I have felt a call to religious life, an option I am seriously considering. Let me share with you how two young boys in Haiti pushed me towards the pursuit of this vocation.

One school day, I was sitting in front of the convent, writing in my journal. I remember it being a bright sunny day. There
were two boys playing foutbĂČl (Soccer in Haitian Creole).
Exhausted, they came and sat beside me and we started chatting. I asked them why they weren’t in school. They quickly replied by sharing part of their life story. Their father had been in a motorcycle accident which left him with mental problems and he soon abandoned his wife and kids. Their mother wasn’t able to take care of her boys so she gave them away to her sister, their aunt. This woman had kids of her own and when they had food in the house (which wasn’t often) it would go to her own kids first. If there were leftovers, only then would these two boys get to eat. These kids were bl
essed with a coconut tree and if they were really hungry they would climb the tree to drink the coconut water and eat the coconut.

This situation really opened my eyes in realizing how many things I have but don’t really need. How can I live such a materialistic life when these kids don’t even know when they will have a full meal again?

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Breathe. Suck back air.

Breathe. Suck back air.

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.”