Category: The Journey
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Keep this quiet storm!
The roosters are coming home. Every single one of them. What they forgot is that we are where we are by design. Where they fail to understand or see our worth, we know it to be our worth. Nothing we touch is by accident. We decide too what we touch. So it gives me great…
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Keep this dreamlike year!
About dreams that hang in air. I have seen them and they are me. I call them too, the art of grant writing. Something about writing inspirational grants will make you become like dreams that hang in air. They will stick to you like smoke all over your clothes and demand things and time in…
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Keep life!
What makes you happy in life. The answer, life. Because life is a gift. When I heard these words the other day on social media, I knew it was time to return here. For the past 2 weeks, I have been working non stop with limited sleep on a proposal that stretched me thin. I…
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Keep nurturing what matters!
I imagine somethings can be bold and urgent. Yesterday I started to write about my grandmother’s death. It’s been 27 years and still if feels like it was yesterday. They say never let your knowledge of anything keep you from your nurturing of core things. So, that same yesterday, I sat and listened to dreams…
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Keep moving like the ocean…
And still we retrace our footsteps and follow the black rocks, the spiraling purple flowers, the rough and smooth pavement, the cracked cry of the ocean, all the way back to where dreams first began. Pride and joy swell our hearts. Initial love, we wish to keep. A peace, a deepening love through the rocks…
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Keep peace!
There is a certain kind of peace I long for these days. The kind that lets me be. Free, with no demands. No strings attached, no noise, no worries too. Just a life lived well, my way, because peace flowed like a river.
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Keep the view of Forest Park!
I remember vividly my first day at UNESCO. It was my first job after all following my doctoral degree from Penn State. I remember every single footstep from my apartment at that time at Tour with Mama Yannick all the way to train station for a 45minute ride down to Paris, to station Garibaldi and…
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