I´m sure you are all familiar with those email alerts or posts on your Facebook newsfeed from Syria, from Palestine, from Guatemala and even from Colombia calling on you to take action about some human rights crisis somewhere. I don’t know about you, but I often feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of crisis in
Tag: Canada
Gift A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over the honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I knew no one worth my envying him. Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot. To think that once I was the same man did
People on the coast of Colombia ask me all the time what Canada is like. I make awkward hand diagrams of the position of the earth around the sun, trying to explain the endless days and endless nights in the Yukon. Nobody quite understands. After getting over the shock that there is no plantain, yuca,
It was just over two years ago that I was sitting in the Vancouver airport, waiting to embark on my unknown adventure. Now, here I am in Vancouver again, waiting to go back to the Yukon. And just like before, I have so much to be thankful for. My fellow Seeders, my friends and family
I could post a thousand links or write a thousand well-reasoned rants, and perhaps I will in the future, but for now, this is my prayer for the country I still call home and for all of us who are part of Canada. O Great Spirit Whose voice I hear in the wind Whose voice
Anna L. Vogt 