Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Saturday, Apr. 23, 2005 - 6:29 p.m.
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ood Cree in Regina and Bad Apricot in Montreal
OK, the apricot hookah tobacco, same brand as the mint chocolate chip, is making me nauseous. Even it smoking in the room without me inhaling is making me want to chuck my crackers. urp!
One never knows. I like strawberry and melon, thought the apricot would be great. Gag gag gag.
Thought the mint chocolate chip would be iffy and it is excellent.
This is why we need to try things firsthand instead of making "educated guesses" I suppose.
On the subject of education, I was pleased to hear today on the radio a piece about Albert School in Regina Saskatchewan, where I grew up. Albert School is in the center of the city, where the population is mostly povertystricken ex-reservation native americans (native canadians eh). And they have decided to replace french second-language classes with cree second-language classes. Brilliant idea. Apparently the kids love it. The native kids are happy to learn their own culture, and can speak it with their extended families when they go to the reservations, and the non-native kids are happy to be learning the language of their school friends.
Brilliant wonderful empowering idea.
cheers.
LtheW
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
