Stand and sit up straight, with integrity and humility.
Engage in each pursuit with dedication, perseverance and leadership. Be thorough, ethical and kind.
Cultivate internal power with the purpose of utilizing it for the betterment of our collective condition.
Be strong in the face of adversity, obstacle and emotion.
Listen; seek to understand but not to settle or thoughtlessly accept.
Observe and admire the beauty of what is presented universally, for the sake of enjoyment and building trust.
Think critically but do not question for the sake of rightness.
Be surrounded by those who radiate strength, empowerment, sensitivity, warmth and lightness.
(Do yoga; be yoga)
xoxo Kelly
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Home
It's incredible how there are some spaces; some corners of the world where your soul just lives.
you don't necessarily have strong roots in that place. you don't necessarily even know why you're there.
but somehow your soul just knows that you've found home.
and for a little while at least, you can breathe, and rest, and remind yourself of what you're all about.
and hopefully that carries you until the next time your soul finds home
you don't necessarily have strong roots in that place. you don't necessarily even know why you're there.
but somehow your soul just knows that you've found home.
and for a little while at least, you can breathe, and rest, and remind yourself of what you're all about.
and hopefully that carries you until the next time your soul finds home
Essays in Love
"We long for a love in which we are never reduced or misunderstood. We have a morbid resistance to classification by others, to others placing labels on us...To ourselves, we are after all always un-labelable. When alone, we are always simply 'me', and shift between sides of ourselves effortlessly and without the constraints imposed by the preconceptions of others...
But as we must be labelled, characterized, and defined by others, the person we end up loving is...the person who loves us for more or less the things we deem ourselves to be lovable for, who understands us for more or less the things we need to be understood for. That 'chloe' and I were together implied that, for hte moment at least, we had been given enough room to expand in the ways our complexitites demanded.
-Alain de Botton
"Essays in Love"
But as we must be labelled, characterized, and defined by others, the person we end up loving is...the person who loves us for more or less the things we deem ourselves to be lovable for, who understands us for more or less the things we need to be understood for. That 'chloe' and I were together implied that, for hte moment at least, we had been given enough room to expand in the ways our complexitites demanded.
-Alain de Botton
"Essays in Love"
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
A Few of my Favourite Things About Sampson
1) she reminds me to journal.
2) she believes in energy
3) she believes in me
4) she laughs sincerely
5) she has more passion and drive than anyone else i personally know
6) she has a really fantastic bed
7) she has a deep appreciation for the 3 c's - chocolate and coffee and cheese
8) she has a deep appreciation for inner beauty
8) she lets me be her student
10) she can fix bikes
11) she likes organic things and she likes plants
12) she doesn't lose sight of what's important for her
13) she gives her time and her strengths to better the universe
14) she can do a handstand for over 6 seconds
15) she grasps the bigger picture - she doesn't give in to the unimportant
16) she's intelligent and so insightful
17) she tolerates (and somehow even appreciates) the messiness in my life, and cleans the cupboards after i come along
18) she snowshoes
19) she still laughs about the time i fell off the bed in cambodia
20) she reminds me to trust the universe
2) she believes in energy
3) she believes in me
4) she laughs sincerely
5) she has more passion and drive than anyone else i personally know
6) she has a really fantastic bed
7) she has a deep appreciation for the 3 c's - chocolate and coffee and cheese
8) she has a deep appreciation for inner beauty
8) she lets me be her student
10) she can fix bikes
11) she likes organic things and she likes plants
12) she doesn't lose sight of what's important for her
13) she gives her time and her strengths to better the universe
14) she can do a handstand for over 6 seconds
15) she grasps the bigger picture - she doesn't give in to the unimportant
16) she's intelligent and so insightful
17) she tolerates (and somehow even appreciates) the messiness in my life, and cleans the cupboards after i come along
18) she snowshoes
19) she still laughs about the time i fell off the bed in cambodia
20) she reminds me to trust the universe
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
The Picnic Table
Everyday on my bike ride from school, I notice the same picnic table. It's worn and well-used, sitting very close by the Thames River. Everyday this table is in use when I ride by. Earlier this week, by four colleagues with take-out pizza. Yesterday, by an older couple - one in a folding camp chair, the other sitting on the edge of the table - feeding the ducks. Today, a man lying flat on the table surface, with this arms covering his eyes.
There is something that draws me about this table, how it collects and releases people throughout their days. Sharing their moments. More so, I wonder what goes through the heads of the people who sit at the table.
Once at the beginning of medical school I lay on the ground near that table, under a tree. I needed to ground myself. I thought, "as if I'm in medical school and how am I going to do this". It was more of a statement than a question. And then I remember thinking about nothing. Just lying there by the picnic table, under the tree.
There is something that draws me about this table, how it collects and releases people throughout their days. Sharing their moments. More so, I wonder what goes through the heads of the people who sit at the table.
Once at the beginning of medical school I lay on the ground near that table, under a tree. I needed to ground myself. I thought, "as if I'm in medical school and how am I going to do this". It was more of a statement than a question. And then I remember thinking about nothing. Just lying there by the picnic table, under the tree.
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