Community Starts at Home

community , community starts at home , family , how to be a changemaker , impacting the world , life advice , making change , where community really starts , where to make change

Bayance

Hey girl hey. And boy.

My mom and I were talking about giving back to the community yesterday and it went something like this.

Me: My old teacher was telling me about the number of refugees that are filling the school and the recent ones that don’t know how to read and write. She wants to accommodate for everyone but it’s super hard teaching now that there are people with different levels of ability.

Mom: Ah, the new Syrians that escaped the borders. It’s definitely been tough for them.

Me: Yeah, I want to help. But I have school to attend and it’s hard tutoring because it’s a far drive. Maybe I can start with my own neighbourhood. And just volunteer and tutor math and English in the summer. A lot of the refugee parents came here to give their kids an education too but it’s hard with the language…

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WordPress – The Final Frontier

Author, Blog Writer, Final Frontier, Fun, Health, Inspiration, mental health, Online Writing, Publications, submissions, Thankful, WordPress, Writing

mtaggartwriter

Occasionally I receive emails from fellow bloggers. I find it heartwarming. When I nearly lost Megan, a number of you reached out to me. The support I was given by my peers within this WordPress platform was touching and I needed it.

I have no choice but to write. If I don’t, I am not well. My first post on WordPress was this, “Test.” I clicked publish. I literally had zero clue what WordPress was, or what would happen. I was shocked when a few people ‘liked’ that first post. I didn’t realize it was actually ‘live’ and viewable, not just on WordPress, but for the entire internet world.

After the first year of writing on here, I happily admit that I had this thought, “To what end?” I asked myself what was the point of doing this. I thought about this for a few weeks and the answer became…

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Learning How to Grow

fulfillness, happiness, Life

Saturday Night Wine

Growing up, my mother always used to say “life’s a bitch and then you die”.  I know, doesn’t that inspire positivity? The only thing my mother seemed to be passionate about was attempting to be the perfect daughter, mother and wife.  And she was miserable all of the time.  As I started to become more independent in life and pulled away from my family a bit, my mother seemed to build up the time we did share together, to the point where it was impossible for me to ever please her.  And, as a result, she became despondent, disappointed.  The pressure became too much for me and I pushed further and further away from her.

Slowly, I am learning I cannot depend on anyone for my own happiness, just as my mother couldn’t depend on any of us for her happiness.  I think this is a very hard lesson…

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Why it’s okay to let go of people as you grow

arguments, change, friends, Friendships, growing up, happy

Tales of the Twenty-Somethings

I’ll be the first to admit that change is something I find difficult. Perhaps the fact that I’ve known most of my best friends for over a decade (and I’ve become so used to their constant support, advice and friendship in that time) plays a role in this. I enjoy meeting new people and forming new relationships, however I have become very accustomed to knowing my closest friends will always be there. And I am so very lucky for that.

I find the concept of people growing apart a scary one, because I’m used to sharing my memories of being ten years old with the same girls I’ll meet up for cocktails with now. Even though I’ll always be grateful for that, I’m starting to become aware of the fact that people do change. We’ve all got to grow, mature and find our place in this world as adults, and…

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I really don’t mind

allergies, aloneness, family, holiday

Alina’s Blog

I don’t mind being alone.

I don’t mind sitting here writing and watching Doctor who specials.

I don’t mind cooking for myself.

What I dread? Is tomorrow when everyone is going to ask what I did, who I saw, did I have a good holiday?

What do I say?

How do I not be rude and avoid the pity?

I really don’t mind today.

I am dreading tomorrow.

My family knows where I am.

My friends know where I am.

No one wants to invite me over because I have to bring my own food. I would be a third wheel.

So no I really don’t mind at all, being alone. I am dreading tomorrow.

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Living for Others

culture , herbs , mozart , syria

Dispatches from the Asylum

“Nothing in nature lives for itself. Rivers don’t drink their own water. Trees don’t eat their own fruit. Sun doesn’t give heat for itself. Flowers don’t spread fragrance for themselves. Living for others is the rule of nature. And therein lies the secret of living.” ~ Anonymous

And who can argue with the above…only the psychopath’s of our times and times before, would find fault.

Those who provide to each other, whether such providing is in the form of practicing their craft, their talents, the gifts afforded to them – or in humbler terms, affording a family member or loved one a chance to live on, despite all their sufferings – these beautifully ordinary citizens – are, in essence, living for others.

The humble Syrian Herbal Medicine Man, highlighted in the short clip below, provided to us from the outstanding correspondent and reporter, Eva Bartlett, who is actually on…

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