Life is precious

And short. 

If we choose anger as the fuel for our fire, as the fuel for our fight, what will we reap? 

If we fill up every minute of every day with tasks, words, errands, will we be living a purposeful life? 

Or maybe a better question is: what do we lose when we don’t make time for the silence, the beautiful, the meaningful and the moments? 

The birds sing their songs, and I make sure to listen … but I can easily resort to being deaf if I fill my head and heart with worry and fear. 

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Twylia (the 'i' is silent)

~ I am Anishinaabe-kwe with Scottish heritage and Sami DNA. I speak on the behalf of no one but myself. My ancestors inform and guide me. My voice is but one of many who are calling for change. We have much work to do to create a good space for the real human beings who are waiting to be born.

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