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A thankful heart The weekend of the 10th October was thanksgiving in Canada - my first. The Canadian thanksgiving can be termed a harvest festival because it is a day that has been set aside to give thanks to God for a bountiful harvest. I however read up the history / origin of thanksgiving and found out that it started with an English explorer, Martin Frobisher, who had been trying to find a northern passage to the Orient. He did not succeed but he established a settlement in Northern America. In the year 1578, he held a formal ceremony, in Newfoundland, to give thanks for surviving the long journey. As human beigns we could forget to be thankful everyday for the seemingly little things in our lives and in the lives of people around us. So, I decided to be thankful for all around me... I am thankful for: The gift of life - seeing, breathing, touching, walking etc The gift of love from family, friends and a wonderful husband The ability to think The ability to type, write, read etc Te

Get Up And Go It is often easier to continue along a particular path than to change, Maintaining the satus quo. Inertia does not necessarily mean inactivity or being without motion.. It could be an unwillingness to stop. Inertia is derived from the Latin word, "iners", meaning idle, or lazy. It is the resistance of a body to a change in its current state. The great Isaac Newton defined it as the power of resisting, by which every body, as much as in it lies, endeavors to preserve in its present state, whether it be of rest, or of moving uniformly forward in a straight line. I like to think of myself as someone who does things once her mind is made up. I however recently noticed some measure of inertia regarding a particular thing I was supposed to do. I realised I had been giving some excuses somewhere at the back of my mind as the reason for it. Then, it hit me like a flash that I was just comfortable not doing anything, I was comfortable about that particular thing. Then,

If you had one wish, What would it be for? I went for a camp over the weekend and the write up below about Lester's wish jumped out at me and I decided to share it... Enjoy and examine yourself Lester was given a magic wish By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree, And with his wish he wished for two more wishes-- So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three. And with each one of these He simply wished for three more wishes, Which gave him three old wishes, plus nine new. And with each of these twelve He slyly wished for three more wishes, Which added up to forty-six--or is it fifty-two? Well anyway, he used each wish To wish for wishes 'til he had Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four. And then he spread them on the ground And clapped his hands and danced around And skipped and sang, and then sat down And wished for more. And more...and more...they multiplied While other people smiled and cried And loved and reached and touched and felt. Lester

First Time!!!!!!! The first time we do anything (good mind you) should be an exhilarating experience for anyone of us. I however found out that there are a number of firsts in our lives that we discount and do not revel in the joy of it. Some of us have been going round in circles that we think there is no room for firsts. It suddenly dawned on me that it was the first time I made someone's hair, the first time I got a bouquet of roses from my husband on our anniversary, the first time I went grocery shopping with a new friend, the first time I baked potatoes, the first time I wore a particular top... the first time, the first time.... I could go on and on... I am grateful for all the first and the new things in my life no matter how seemingly mundane. It tells me that 1. I am able to do new things 2. I dare to do new things 3. Its not too late to have a first time of anything Some of us have either forgotten how to do new things, are too engrossed in our same old habits and rots t

How do I satisfy them? How on earth do you satisfy humans and our wants? Can humans ever be satisfied? Three years ago, the face of public transportation was "Molues" (Humongous buses that mostly tilts at an angle of about 45 degrees to the side), "Danfos" (Smaller buses that sometimes have their trunks converted to chairs for people to sit in - in order to increase revenue), "yellow taxis" (Some shaky like jelly fishes and on the high end monetarily). A commutter was stuck with either of these. Today, gradually, the face of public transportation is changing thanks to the BRT, eko taxis and corporate cabs. I was pleasantly surprised a few days ago to find out that the newly procured BRT buses have functioning air conditioning units which means you do not have to sweat (considering the temperate whether). However, to my utter amazement, I heard a woman complain about the fare which by the way is lower tahn the Danfo's. She said she does not need the ac

Police is your Friend (2) Tunzie!!!!!!!!! What is it with the Police? I am beginning to wonder - Permit me to say that. Let me quickly tell you what it is with them. on the 6th of March, at about 6:20pm, The car I was in was moving towards its destination and had almost gotten there, I was contemplating whether to continue reading the book I had or just chill for a few more minutes till I got home, well, the desicion was taken out of my hands because I suddenly heard a loud sound and the next thing, the car rotated on its front tire axis and then I was on my head - a somersault. I saw blood but didn't realize it was mine. It was all so surreal. Well, now to why the topic... Guess who was at the accident scene.. Yep!!!! you are right. A Police man, he pulled me out through the window, I picked my bag and phone, I tried to make a phone call to my Sister and could not talk for long, so the Policeman took the phone and completed the phone conversation. He then took me to the nearest Ho