I am a Parsi. My ancestors were Zoroastrians who came to India from Persia around the mid seventh century. Like the English Pilgrims who came to America on the Mayflower in 1620, at the risk of life and limb, to assure themselves religious freedom, so did my ancestors sail the stormy seas to escape religious conversion by the sword. Only they did it nearly a thousand years before the Pilgrims!
Archives for March 2015
In typical quirky Aussie style, just before Premier Lang officially opened the bridge, a uniformed man on a horse rode up and slashed the ribbon with his cavalry sword. He was promptly arrested.
I’m singing the song ‘Happy’, cutting coupons and looking for an all-inclusive holiday…and then I walk outside and feel real happiness in simply living life.
Although adults can and do have a fabulous time aboard a Carnival ship, the emphasis for us on this cruise was on the grandchildren. They were never bored.
Welcome to Numbville – a place where people wind up when they give up.
While reaching for new heights in the art world I got cold feet. Not only painting on top of the mountain in the cold but in my spirit regarding putting together art work for a jurying process.
When my children were young, and if they ever complained about something that was not really significant, I would remind them “It Doesn’t Hurt.” They would understand, stop griping and count their blessings.
Their understanding came from an experience I had told them about and they often heard it repeated when I narrated it to others.
Sea turtles and reef sharks can be seen as well and we had a curious white-tipped reef shark cruise by to check us out.
We don’t want our dogs deciding for themselves. Or do we? Maybe it’s actually not up to us humans. Our dogs make choices all the time whether we want to admit it or not. It can be a problem if we try to control something we can’t control. I think the answer might be in managing and influencing their choices instead of trying to decide for them!
Changing lives, creating futures. A group of dedicated individuals decided it’s time to give the people of Vellore City, South India a chance to live life outside the shadow of poverty.