It seems to be fashionable in certain segments of society to claim that those who do not believe in a god are also amoral, evil, or worse. That is certainly not how I have lived my own life and it is not how I was taught to approach life by the people who shaped my world view when I was young. Neither promise of “heaven” nor threat of “hell” are necessary to motivate me to do right by my fellow humans. I have found that the doing is reward enough in itself.
Archives for December 2015
Santa Claus, a filled stocking, the tree in all its glory – as Christmas draws near, I’m reminded of the magic as seen through a little girl’s eyes. And although I still love the twinkling lights and the early mornings in my pyjamas, waiting for everyone to get up, I no longer have a wish list. Well, there may be one item on that list, but it’s a pretty tall order – even for Santa.
Addiction is a vicious cycle. Once you are trapped, you will struggle to escape. It does not help that as human beings we are creatures of habit, repeating learned behaviour, often to our detriment, only because we are familiar with it. Familiarity can be comforting. And yet, it can be crippling.
“All of us, women and men, are just beginning to grasp the significance of both iconography and myth, beginning to understand that they represent a history of a large part of the life force of this planet.”
– Winifred Milius Lubell 1914-2012
Rangoon was once the richest city in the richest country in Southeast Asia. Today it is a poor city in the poorest country in the region. Myanmar’s economy today is outstripped by those of Laos and Cambodia – nearby countries that have suffered the ravages of foreign invasions and a despotic government.
Her waves of truth are a form of therapy, self discovery in my sea sanctuary.
No discussion about legalization should end without the topic of children at least coming up as a part of the discussion. What should not happen is for children to be used as a weapon in a war of words.
The Syrian refugee crisis seemed to reach its pinnacle in September when the small body of three-year-old Aylan Kurdi washed up on a beach in Turkey. Aylan, his brother, mother and father had fled Syria in a tiny overcrowded boat that capsized during the treacherous journey. Aylan, his brother, Ghalib, and their mother all drowned […]
“What was Once a Home” is a series of drawings that documents foreclosed homes in the Chicago area.
Making our way to Edinburgh, we mounted Castlehill and crossed the large forecourt of the magnificent Edinburgh Castle. Our destination? Canada!