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A System of Support

Good morning Brave hearts.

Another day of toil and work, of goals and pursuits, of gain and prosperity, of diligence and duty. In the daily routine of work and play, of love and life, of gifts and sorrow, you persevere in your own domain, and demand strength from your own immortal soul. Heal your wounds, immortal being, conquer your fears, oh wise and intelligent ones. Live for the purpose of fine aptitudes, family and friends.
The joy of your being is to pursue a strong and healthy life, with a destiny carved by your own fine mind. Listen to that fine mind, oh mighty ones, it will take you to a calling of its own.
That path to achievement in a diverse world, where choice is sometimes overwhelming. Too many courses, too many industries, too many pursuits, too many volunteer organizations to join, too many causes. All so needy and so worthwhile. Where do you choose to spend that money, to make those donations, to develop those relationships and to support those areas of need?
Your own fine mind with its own fine aptitude will show you the proper areas to support. It will give you proper instruction for leisure activity and volunteer work. That image in your mind, is the source of all of your pursuits. It instructs career, relationships, passions and excellence. To devote your life to a cause, will give you excellence and expertise in your field.
To excel, follow the path of your destiny, and your life will unfold before you.
Choose your heroes, oh wise ones. There are inspirational people everywhere. Their messages of goodwill, of hope, of life worth living, will help you to pursue your goals, and give support for your quest.
Your volunteer life is your donation to society, to help improve the lives of others. It’s a donation to yourself, to fulfill that area of need, where you need to offer support and goodwill to others. What will you donate? Your time, your energy, your money? The needs of society are high and there is a need to pull people out of the shadows. To help them to achieve their goals, is the life support system that we live by.
Your volunteer work improves your social connections. It fills your life with gratitude and caring. It connects you to a life outside of yourself and your own personal needs. It gives you strength and achievement and community support, for other endevours.
Society needs your compassionate support. With you, we can all make a difference in the world. A world where needs are met. A society that we create for ourselves. With our gifts of giving, of compassion and sharing, we change our own lives for the better and improve others lives as well.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
April 14, 2014

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The fine estate

Hail brave hearts

Imagine the grand oasis of your own pristine estate, a secure place, a refuge from the world and the prying eyes of curious by standers. A place for your family, your whole family, brothers, sisters, parents, husbands, wives and children. The whole family, housed in one place where they can live and play together.
Shut out the world and the prying gossips, the insistent intrusion into your peaceful world.
Choose your palace, oh brave hearts and secure your family in a safe space.
The family has been torn and dismembered, wracked by divorce and abuse. The family is becoming a distant memory, of far flung people, irreconcilable differences and domestic dispute.
Who intrudes there, oh wise ones? Love protects you and love will save you.
The family is the focal point of your existence, all of your support comes from an intelligent, supportive family who helps to nurture friendships and life long relationships. The family nurtures and cares, builds self-esteem and character. A strong, congenial family, survives all obstacles in their cohesive, support for one another.
The family builds it’s own character, self-esteem and potential. They take care of each other, young and old, rich and poor. The oppressive negativity that surrounds you and reduces your peace and harmony can be controlled. The negative influence of outside sources can be reduced and the family can heal their wounds, their hearts and their souls.
Protect yourselves, brave hearts, you are all that you have. A strong and united family can heal each other and expel the pain of difficulty and abuse. The family, with their morals intact, will bind and build. Secure your fortress, nurture and care.
Hail to you, almighty ones. The strength of your lives resides in the strength of strong family, a cohesive network of friendly relationships and caring interactions.
The great good earth provides a place for all of us to dwell. A place for peace and prosperity, a place to care for the earth itself.
On your fine estate, let the earth breath it’s soft breath, sing it’s songs of joy, brighten your lives with it’s brilliant hues and cast it’s blessings of earthly wonder and garden produce among you.
The earth is still your paradise. It still needs your attention. It calls you to plant a tree, to let the birds nest and to enjoy the scenic wonder of the landscape.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVOjtFrFPnI violin space music- sea of tranquility.

Tread lightly on the awesome planet and may peace find it’s way into your hearts, blessings to your soul and happiness in your daily toil.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
April 8, 2014

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the new national dream

Hail, Brave hearts!

The land is vanishing before our eyes. The wealth of the nation, plundered in waste. That vast expanse of beauty, the view of wonder for the weary eyes to behold, and peaceful rest for the tired body.
The soul yearns for the quiet sounds of nature, the sweet scents, the soft underlay of ground, and the soothing bath of life sustaining waters, for cooling swims on warm summers’ days.
Oh, the land, so precious and finite. It’s allure, with it’s awesome beauty and natural wonder, compels us to venture forth, with the same inspiration to adventure, as our forefathers. The grand land. The grandeur of the land. The wealth of the nation.
Lucky are we to be the caretakers of such greatness and beauty.

http://www.visitgeorgianbay.com/
The land that has called us for centuries, to marvel at it’s wondrous creation, to fulfill the dreams of adventure, and to capture it’s beauty on film and in art. The land that we share, with each other, with the great wild and with the world.
Who dares to enter the land and plunder there? Ringing our lakes with development, unaccessable to us, to the wild and to the world. Blocking out the view, the cooling waters, the beaches and the calm. Blocking out the meditative strength of peaceful rest by a sparkling lake. Blocking out the joy of swimming in fresh, cool waters, testing your strength against a wave, playing in the sand and marveling at the aquatic life, the small fish and the shy crayfish. Learning new skills, swimming, boating and snorkeling. Spotting new birds, identifying fish, shells and plant life. The awesome lakes, a learning playground for us all.
Oh, to be the almighty human, brilliant and daring! The investment in the land was so appealing, so enticing, so alluring. To be wealthy, to be rich, to be admired! The self conscious yearning of a life, craving the charmed achievement of social success. Wealth, money, prestige! Oh, to have it all! To be the almighty human! To be the prominent, the illustrious, the awesome, awe-inspiring human!
The plunder of the lake shore denies the rest. It denies the visitor and the great wild. Go to the parks, you inferior man! The gates to this lake are closed.
But you, bravehearts, rise to a different call. The nation is spent on foreign investment, on the gain of the massive fortune of international control. The wealth of tourism, a multi-million dollar venture, lost to foreign investment.
Hotel and resorts are your calling now. The all Canadian dream of cottage life and cottage grandeur, fade into the past as the family owned resort presents the new Canadian way.
Not merely a cottage, but a hotel, a resort, a fly-in remote location. The economic gain of this nation, for the international elite, is not some small cottage, but an investment into the multi-million dollar tourist market.
Where is your hotel? Where is your investment in the future of the country? Where is your economic gain?
A cottage in the wilderness is the ideal of Canadian life. Remote and prestigious and so, so exclusive. A cut above the rest, was once a wise investment, but the real prosperity went to foreign control.
Put your families onto an estate, oh brave hearts. It can be hotels, resorts, spas. All of these, support the economic prosperity of the country. They employ thousands of people in tourism and eco-tourism, making you, oh brave heart a prestigious owner and employer, learning many skills and trades and serving the surrounding community with jobs and promoting growth with happy visitors.
Tourism is a multi-million dollar word. A hotel, or resort on that lake, instead of a cottage, provides more wealth and uses less land. It teaches more skills and provides more educational opportunities than the cottage. Sports, book keeping, accounting, cooking, management and more. You, the almighty human, become a prestigious hotelier and manager, instead of just another cottager. A hotelier, who employs many people, who provides accommodation for guests and opens the nation to the world.
A resort owner, who helps to provide tourism to the local community.
Save your wealth, oh brilliant ones. This kind of investment in the nation, is greater economic gain, than the cottage. Greater for yourselves, for the nation and for us all!

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
March 31, 2014

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The All Canadian Dream

Hail, almighty human

Cast your worries aside and lounge in peaceful comfort and restful relaxation, at the fine escape of your choosing. An awakening of senses, and the joy of prosperity, your family vacation property has it all. Awesome human, your lifetime challenge has been achieved. You linger over a fine view of vanishing waterfront on pristine, remote lakes. Ahh! the luxury, the joy of living, the peace and quiet of natures bountiful blessing. Awesome, good earth with its tranquil places of divine landscape and meditative stillness. The great wild holds you in its palm and you rest in the comfort of the creation of the great earth.
Warm summer breezes caress your skin and cool summer waters soothe the aching heat.
Summertime bliss, summertime, prosperity and summertime escape.
The chattering family moor the boat to the dock. Another round of watersports ended for today. The lesson of summers play, to swim, to fish,to drive a boat, paddle a canoe, water ski and play at water sports.
The cottage is the all Canadian summer time dream. An escape of infinite pleasure. Luxury, rustic setting, an achievement for only the wealthy to share. A cabin in the woods, where no other human dare to dwell. The toil and strain of business enterprise, of work and perseverance, of drive and ambition, of properly funded investments, and cleverly calculated risks. Now to achieve the all time Canadian dream. A cottage.
Hail, almighty human, you have it all. Side by side accommodation on vanishing lakefront. An exchange of place, from city to country, from neighbours to neighbours. To dangle your feet from a dock into the cool water and to call this simple act, paradise!
The rolling waves change your view, thunderstorms move in from miles away, the stars shine in the heavens above and what was once a remote getaway has become a semi-forested crowded retreat, with unending views of cottages and neighbours.
A speed boat interupts the quiet paddle of your canoe and the call of the loon echoes in distant memory. A Canadian tradition, a Canadian dream, the rights of passage to the moneyed world.
Hail brave hearts, look into your mind, waters for swimming and with varieties of fishes, but no access for you. The call of the loon, the racket of geese, the sounds of serenity and the remote wild, vanishing to the play and intrusion of motorized craft and overpopulated shorelines, filled with summer homes and islands filled with people. The escape into a different suburbia, from streetscape to waterscape, from overcrowded city into overcrowded country. Farther and farther, more and more remote, more development, more noise, less privacy, less tranquility, less peace. The awesome call to the wild, hurried by rush hour traffic, for miles and hours along speeding highways. Go north, along with all of the other hurrying humans, as they vacate the city for lakeshore retreat. To campfires and sing-a-longs, to parties and play. The crowded lakes of cottage country, entice those with the funds to escape.
To the wild! To the wild! Go north, to the wild! To fulfill the fabulous calling, of the needed wild paradise, and the still secure, all Canadian dream.
http://www.discovermuskoka.ca/

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
April 1, 2014

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Masters

Good morning, you brilliant ones.
The stars shine upon you and the sun casts it’s warmth to you and you are saved.
Hail, brave hearts, rise to the glory of this day, for this is a day for you, for your being, for adventure and play. Cast out the curse of the devil and the downtrodden, the debilitating foe of criticism and malice. The tormentor, whose evil plays on your self- esteem and discourages your ambition. Don’t take chances, whispers the devil, stay home, it says, don’t go out to play.
Sometimes, for your safety, those words are correct, but too often the fears of the devil make us weak. Too often that voice penetrates the mind and reduces enthusiasm or motivation. Too often the devil speaks with cunning, undermining criticism. Beware the devil, oh brilliant ones, he speaks to everyone and he speaks with abuse. To truly achieve, the devil must be silenced and the strong will of a determined mind, obeyed.
The devil will tell you to sleep in, that your body isn’t strong, that your mind is poor, that your destiny is shallow and eventually, that you are a slave.
Courage, oh brilliant ones. Stay on your course, no success was ever achieved by listening to the belittling remarks of the devil.
Sleep, oh dreamy heads, calls the devil. Eat and gorge yourselves, plunder and kill. For what is might but to be mighty. What is strength, but to be strong. To wield a weapon and to be feared.
The inner devil is a debilitating master. A foe of persistent and domineering presence who commands laziness, asks for cake, don’t run, only drive. Don’t recycle, says the devil, cast it on the ground. Let the earth clean itself, to the growing number of human inhabitants.
The devil tempts with short term gain, a treat for the taste buds, but a mind boggling danger to the body. Too much sugar, too much alcohol, too many vices. The body aches and grows old in weary intolerance of the growing number of contaminates the body consumes. Poor food quality, poor water quality, poor air quality. Plunder and abuse, the earth, the water, the animals and the humans. Fell the forest, burn it to the ground. Our common sense is confused by the contradictions of experts. Loss of property, loss of habitat, pollution, over development. Kill, says the devil, and down it comes. Murder, says the devil and plunder calls us. Death says the devil and society rocks in turmoil and crime.
Flea,says the devil, arm yourselves, the enemy is everywhere. Hysteria and hardship follow the devil and he speaks a language of destruction and despair. War to the planet, victims everywhere. No mercy, no life.
The brave will come forward and cast out the devil. Be strong, oh brave hearts, it persists everywhere. Take charge of your mind and overrule the persistent devil that entraps you into complacency and weakness. The devil, who wastes your days and fills your time with idleness. The devil, who ignores your health, who causes inferiority, who develops life reducing habits.
Silence the devil, oh brave hearts and build your strong and healthy lives.
To your success.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
March 9, 2014

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To Be or Not To Be

Hail, brilliant mankind

Your worldly destiny awaits you. Your brilliant mind shows you your finest aptitude, it looms in your conscience, it directs your intellect. Your motivation comes from that fine image. The mind, conjuring a course of destiny for you. It’s ingrained in your being, it’s part of your living, it becons to you and persists. Listen to the call of your brilliant mind, oh wise ones. That fine image that’s conjured in your mind, is the aptitude of your finest being. This is where your life is, this is your goal, set out for you. Pursue this to fulfill the destiny of your genetics. Pursue this so that your mind tells you, this is being.
To live is to set your life in motion. Not the stagnant, I am , but the motion, I am being. I am being, who I am. Not who I will become, but who I am being.
Is it enough for your aptitude? When you say to yourself, I am being, does your mind respond favorably, or does your mind cringe. Do you have that positive support for your being, or do you need to revampt your skills, your social circles, your connections, your workplace, your goals. Do you need a change in lifestyles, a change in location, a change in connections? How to fulfill that pressing destiny, the inspired aptitude that haunts you. It creeps into your conscious and waves it’s hand. Brilliant mankind, follow me, to the path of your destiny. Cast out the evil that persists to topple you, the critics and the abusers. Their names are irrelevant. No more the harsh criticism that prevents your achievement, the harsh accusers that block your way. No more the bullies with no aptitudes. You choose the support, not the critics. The kind, not the callous. The ones that will help you to fulfill the persistent calling of your fine mind.
Cast out the evil in your life. Cast out the devil that intrudes and diminishes you. Your precious life is for being. Is your being enough? Does your mind respond with favour? Have you chosen properly?
Brilliant mankind, whose destiny calls to you from the finest source of your highest aptitude, follow the course set out by your fine mind. The achievement of your life awaits.
For the success of your living, to be is a verb, the constant action taking place. The like-mindedness is only professional, not for casual aquaintences, or casual relations. Your life is for you to live, not for the intrusions of the curious. Do you have time in your life for failure and despair. There will be some, but not of the kind of permanent failure. Save yourselves, oh brave hearts.
Regardless of everything, only bring the positive, kind and compassionate people into your lives. No deceit, no knives in your back, no maliciousness. Only the intelligent, life supporting people that help you find your way. That is the strength of your being, that is your mutual sharing, that is your life support system. These are your friends.
To your success, oh brilliant ones.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
March 6, 2014

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A Day for World Wildlife

Hail brave hearts
Peace amongst you on this day of celebration. A day for the earth to sing its songs of gladness and to fill our hearts with joy.
This is a day for us to take action against the plunder of the environment, against the devastation of habitat loss and against the vanishing land and the precious wild lives that it contains. The earth sings its songs of gladness for all of the lives it creates, for all of the creatures that inhabit this globe and live in the balance of the natural world. A predator, a prey, a tree or a flower, all are victims of habitat loss and environmental destruction. They are victims of pollution, of over development, of starvation and poaching. The wide variety of life forms becomes more and more limited as sensitive species perish from over harvesting, starvation, habitat loss and over development. They call out their names as they vanish into the archives. Lists of animals and plant life, gone forever into the unknown world of perished species.

http://sounds.bl.uk/Environment

Endangered wild life, rare species, animals struggling to survive in a world already so overpopulated with people that the sparse land can house no more.
Dead land, desert, rock, dead lakes, pollution, plastics, fuel, contaminants. Too much for the wild life of the world to bear. No where to find clean water to drink, no where to find fresh grass to eat. Insecticides, pesticides, poison. Contaminated food, contaminated soil, contaminated water. Forest fires, shale, rock and clearing. No where to find shelter, no where to birth this offspring. No where to live.
The sound of the earth mover rumbles in the distance. Run from the machinery of habitat destruction, fire and smoke, it sears our eyes and burns our lungs. The forest is gone, the thickets are cleared, our bellies are swollen from pregnancy, but where to go to birth this calf. What to eat, as the grasses die, where to lie down as there is no shade.
The tiny ones can run no more. Their new legs so awkward, struggle to move. Their tiny hearts and panting breath, they cannot take another step. Their weary bodies, from too much exertion, lie down and rest to sleep some more. Where to find that needed shelter, shrubs and thickets to curl up in. Hours old, the tiny ones can only rest. Run? They can’t run. Hide? Where can they hide. The warm thickets that protect their small bodies die of harvesting and disease and the babies have no where to go.
Tiny offspring, who struggle to survive, your lives are hard enough. The natural balance of predator and prey, fills your lives with fear and hardship. But now, where to birth that new offspring, where to protect that tiny life?
The starving mother lies in stillness as her body consumes that tiny embreo. No food for this offspring, it won’t be born.
One day to celebrate the salvation of the planet. A day for world wildlife and environmental protection. Hear us almighty human, as we raise our voices, for the call of the wild.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
March 3, 2014

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Ancestory

Good morning Brave hearts!

Rise and shine! The world awaits you on this glorious day of fun filled adventure and grand survival. Hail to you, almighty human, for the far reaches of your destiny and for the clever intellect that saves you there.
Here, in the far north, resides the inventor. Clever human of specialized skills who lives in remote, but inspiring circumstances in the awesome and wondrous far north.
The inventor, who’s skills have saved them from the cold, from starvation and from isolation.
Scrape off your vehicles, run the engine, pull out the snow blower, shovel, shovel, shovel. The life in winter has it’s moments of back breaking hard work, icy sidewalks and treacherous driving. Pull out the sand, the salt, the ice melters. Let the plows pass to clean the streets. The snowy, blowy, frosty winter is upon us.
Hail bravehearts, to the brilliant lives of our forerunners. To building igloos, to building kayaks, to catching fish and to harnessing dogs. The life of the land was a hard one and the brilliant inventor survived by necessity, cunning and ingenuity.
The howling dogs greet their masters in the snowy morning. Dogs for hunting with and for pulling sleighs. Dogs that make their lives easier by transportation and pulling cargo. Dogs, harnessed to sleighs for sport, hunting, travelling and carrying. The dogs are a savior to the aboriginals of the far north. They carry far more than anyone could ever carry on a pack and travel more quickly and more efficiently. Dogs and man, an age old friendship, for dogs willingly accept habitation amongst humans and comply with training.
The dog sled was invented in approximately 800 BC by the Thule peoples of the Canadian high Arctic. Ancestors of the Inuit, the Thule people carved a niche in the far north, migrating hundreds of miles to their destination across the Canadian arctic. They traveled all the way across the continent of North America from Alaska, to new worlds on the other side, as far as Labrador. In the cold, snowy north, where game is plentiful, snowfall high and temperatures plunging to cold minus’s, these adaptive peoples resided.
The allure of the land held them captive and they lived on the abundant, prosperity of the gifts of the earth.
Clever aptitudes, building whale bone housing, covered with animal skins, or sod houses, or igloos. The inventor kept the cold at bay with warm housing made from the materials at hand.
Hail to you, oh brave hearts of the far north, for inventions that saved you, for perseverance and cleverness,for your great adaptability to a harsh and unforgiving climate in a land of awesome wonder and beauty. The ancient peoples of our nation resided in some of the harshest and most extreme climates in the world. Not mearly to survive, but to live and to thrive in dangerous and remote places.

http://www.glenbow.org/thule/?lang=en&p=outside&t=enhanced&s=3-1&mi=1

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
January 31,2014

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The Kayak

Good Day, Brave hearts!

Rise to the early morning need of daily sustenance. Your food awaits you in the refrigerator, the freezer, the cupboard, the pantry, the kitchen, the grocery store and the meal is cooked on the stove, in the microwave, the kettle, the oven, the coffee maker. Your adrenaline soars and your spirits rise as the smell of your morning brew awakes you, from Guatemala, from China, from Venezuela, from India, from Columbia, from Thailand and the brands are from other sources all world wide as our morning starts with international brews from all over the world. International trade has given us a boost to start the day and out of the house we go.
But wait, what did you say? The morning starts with the catch of the day? You rise at day break, but there is no dawn and you set out on ice flows to catch a fish, or a walrus, or a seal? You rise at whatever time your biological clock rouses you and you put on your mukluks and warm winter clothing and venture out to catch your mornings feast. The blast of cold air awakens instantly and the hunt is on.
The voices of fellow hunters call and the companionship that binds and protects creates the security of the small band.
Here in the far north the hunters pick up harpoons and kayak and prepare to enter the Arctic ocean, for the catch is just off shore.
4000 years of Arctic dwelling has left these experts to a life of fortitude. The craft, a kayak, is an invention of theirs, 4000 years of ocean hunting and 4000 years of kayak building.
The craft is made of wood, or driftwood, or bone with seal skin stretched over the shell. The paddle is made of wood or bone and the clothing of sealskin to repel water. The skin spray skirt keeps the water out and keeps the boat dry in case of capsizing. The famous and necessary Eskimo roll was first performed by these Inuit hunters.
The Inuit are the inventors of the kayak and have been using these specifically made boats for thousands of years. Each man has a boat of his own, made to fit him perfectly.
In an area so remote as Greenland, Baffin Island and the northern Arctic coastline of Canada, where these people choose to dwell.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kayak

Now, with harpoon and kayak, the great hunter can catch walrus, fish, seal and whale. The necessities of life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTGGHBq5je8 A History of the Kayak and the Eskimo

Although this film is about Alaska, it gives a good depiction of the life of the Inuit, which would be typical of Canadian history as well.

Written by Dr. Louise Hayes
January 24, 2014

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A dedicated place

Good day to you, Brave hearts

This day brings you the glorious, the fabulous, the fascinating, the wonder, the joy of creation: what beauty is. To aspire to the cause of your finest aptitudes, look around you, oh great ones. The joy of the never ending planet, with its marvels and toils, brings you fresh inspiration and wonder with each day. Yours is the mind that can perceive it, can develop it, can explore it. Since the dawn of time, man has been greeted with the pleasures of the great planet and all of its wonders.
“For the beauty of the Earth, for the beauty of the skies, for the love which from our birth, over and around us lies.” hymnary song
http://www.songandpraise.org/for-the-beauty-of-the-earth-hymn.htm
You, so fortunate as to be the creation of a human.
Still, the great planet casts each and every one of us into the land of our home. The Earth places us here and we dwell in the land of it’s creation. The migration of mankind lead them to the land of their destiny. A brilliant land, an abundant land and a challenging land. Here, almighty human, is the door opened for you, to stir the imaginings of your brilliant mind.
The land filled with succulent fruits, wary predators, catchable beasts. The land, with its awesome wonder, the landscape, the star filled skies, the warm and glowing sun. All of your needs are met, with the intelligent pursuit of the land.
The fascinating beauty unfolds as each aptitude is tested and strengthened, not yours to merely survive, but to live the grand and glorious adventure, that all the world provides. Hail to you, brave hearts, for the awesome beauty of the world, compels you to venture, to discover, to explore, to challenge and to take risks. For beauty can sometimes drive you and your aptitude to yield it’s highest purpose.
The land, with its ever changing fascination. It beckons us to seek health benefits, to feed us, to nurture us, to cloth and to shelter us. The great planet, with its endless creativity, gives each and every place it’s own special purpose. Each and every human race is the caretaker of their special place.
What drives you, almighty ones? Open your eyes to the wonder of this world. To the fascinating gifts of daring and adventure, of inspiration and creativity, to the endless pursuit of beauty and grace. A home, so filled with love and generosity, of perfect adoration and endless care. A home that saves and protects us, shelter from the billowing storm, warmth and security. A place made special, by the pursuit of a mind dedicated to the pursuit of aptitudes of décor, of culinary delights, of homemade remedies and helpful partnering.
You, almighty ones, are chosen. Chosen to dwell in lands of adversity, of difficult climate, of constant change. That land, that barren oasis, is filled with possibilities for the persistent mind. The earth puts you there, almighty human, like it plants its trees and sends its wildlife. Nurture and care, oh caretaker of the planet, you are needed where you survive and live and dream and love.

http://nunavut.adventures.com/nunavut_parks.html

Care for the great planet, as it calls out your name, human, save us.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
January 22, 2014