"It is the storyteller, in fact, who makes us what we are, who creates history. The storyteller creates the memory that survivors must have — otherwise surviving would have no meaning… This is very, very important… Memory is necessary if surviving is going to be more than just a technical thing."⠀
2 days until I hand over my final novel, #LouisianaCatch , to the publisher.🤞🏼there won't be more rounds of edits. It's been such a joy working on this book but so exhausting too--touches on many real-life issues. Plus, making time for client consultations since I couldn't do them while in California. Found some quiet time on the mat. The breath. Pranayama. Asana. Meditation. Gratitude. The focus. Because when the breath wanders, the mind becomes unsteady🙏🏼❤️ Be well, all✨ #womenwhowrite#womeninwellness#yogaforwriters @lululemon @nike @mandukayoga
Part 1. Marichu and Cesar share an enduring belief that people, whatever their circumstances, have the power to make an extraordinary difference in their lives and in the lives of others. In the Philippines they were involved in advocacies for human rights,
democratic reform and grassroots organizing. They brought this belief with them when they and their two children moved to Calgary twenty years ago. In the city, they quickly became involved in community development. Marichu worked for many years at the Calgary Mennonite Centre for Newcomers, leading pioneering work in settlement, community engagement and social enterprise. Cesar helped bring community development thinking in supporting people with disabilities and later on in the work of Calgary’s philanthropic community and neighbourhoods. Both volunteered in initiatives that fostered understanding and cooperation across diverse communities.
Today the two are beloved and well-respected Calgary community organizers by day and grandparents by weekend and holiday. •
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○ R E V E A L E D T R U T H .
C'est l'amour : l'amour, qui avive le feu de la vie; l'amour qui attise la flamme de la vie à l'intérieur de chaque être. Ainsi, un musulman se retrouve être épris d'amour : épris d'amour pour Dieu; épris d'amour pour la vérité; en amour quant à s'éveiller en tant qu'humain; en amour face au royaume de Dieu. Et pour lui, le monde — en dépit de tout ce qu'il enserre comme beauté et comme glamour — symbolise seulement une place pour s'ériger; une demeure au sein de laquelle sonder le chemin qui le mène à Dieu : Le Bien-Aimé, L'Éternel Seigneur.
Maybe all we knew then was a moment and everything that it had to offer, the laughter, the sun, the heat, the sweat, the awe, the charm, the joy. Maybe all we knew then was that we were there, in that moment, feeling content.
And all we know now is a 'then', breathing inside our memories, resurfacing only but briefly. All we know now is that time wins each time. We savor, we lose and we savor the loss.
Dates and times mean something.
Sometimes your mind forgets, but your heart reminds you with fits of spastic emotions that don't always feel welcome.
I resort to taking road trips on those kind of days, consisting of watching the eclipse with strangers in the middle of a busy street, visiting a deaf owned and run crêpe shop, stealing limes from someone's tree, and visiting @donya_allen and @t_j_allen while I'm at it. Also, having an @elizroseberry helps a good deal too. She is a home, and I'm a wanderer, which makes for a safe, yet stretching friendship. Monday was space, and I was able to run in it, unhindered by restricting feelings I expected to close in on me. Monday was beautiful, apart from any memories I have...it was beautiful as I was present in it.
The day was very busy for Rupam. A long queue was standing in front of him and his fingers ached as he pressed the keys of the computer keyboard with the last bit of energy left in him. A week was only left before the shop closes on the occasion of the biggest celebration of the city. The caption for the special discount offered by the shop read, "Maa Asche."
It was 9'0 clock in the evening but there was still a queue of 20 people left in front of his cash counter number 3. As he picked up the bar code scanner he saw a small girl outside the glass walls. She was dressed in a blue frock which looked old.
She ran one hand through her hair further disheveling it. Her eyes were fixated on the new dresses that had arrived at the kid's section adjacent to the cash counters. Rupam continued his work.
It was almost 10'0 clock when he came outside. He looked for the girl but she was found nowhere.
The next day while coming to his office he noticed the small girl nearby sleeping on a wooden bench near a tea stall. He went inside.
It was another busy day and this time an extra cash counter was opened to manage the increasing shoppers.
Just before lunch, he got to know that he would get his bonus that day.
The clock said it was 10'0 clock when the shop closed. He came out and this time he found the girl nearby. He was amazed to see the eyes of the girl when he gifted her a blue embroidered dress.
He was still happy as he cancelled the Kurta of his shopping list this Pujo.
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Create Every Day - Day 232
Magnetic Poem #252
It's interesting how often
We forget that
I believe &
Are not the same thing ⠀⠀
Dom Italiano 2017