Thank you Dr. Parton for sharing! Excerpt from Women Who Run With The Wolves by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes. #LoveMyUBCFamilyPracticeResidents
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Skills
Eight digital skills to teach your kids! Love this! via Yuhyun Park.
Unified
Monkees
Take the last train to Clarksville
I’ll be waiting at the station
We’ll have time for coffee-flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation.
#TGIF
Love
“And I’m not saying love will make you happy—above all, I’m not saying that. If anything I tend to believe that it will make you unhappy; either immediately unhappy, as you are impaled by incompatibility; or unhappy later, when the woodworm has quietly been gnawing away for years and the bishop’s throne collapses. But you can believe this and still insist that love is our only hope.”
Julian Barnes, A History of the World in 10-1/2 Chapters
(Best line of that piece…”impaled by incompatibility…” Such a visual! Definite mark of an Englishman. They leave nothing to interpretation. Bahahaha!)
Subjective
Celebrating Bob Ross this weekend! Ha! He made it look so easy. Thank you Elise for spending the time teaching me all your skills and sharing your art work. I never thought that painting clouds would be the bane of my existence but you demonstrated great patience with me and I appreciate it! #ThisAintNoPaintByNumbahs
Author
Do you know when a moment becomes a memory? When you say to yourself that I have to capture and hold on to this single second with my heart? I’ve been so incredibly fortunate to have shared some of the most memorable moments with the man photographed above.
He’s in the final throes of completing his new BC hiking book! So proud of you Stephen. So unbelievably proud. You can do it! Two more weeks! I’ll keep you all updated when it’s published!
Usually
Bahahaha!!!! Too. Damn. Funny. (So true.) Have a great weekend lovelies!
Friday
When you believe in things that you don’t understand
Then you suffer.
#NowPlaying #Superstition #StevieWonder #Friday13th
Packaged
From the moment we are born,
the world tends to have a
container already built for us
to fit inside: A social security
number, a gender, a race,
a profession or an I.Q. I ponder
if we are more defined by the
container we are in,
the world tends to have a
container already built for us
to fit inside: A social security
number, a gender, a race,
a profession or an I.Q. I ponder
if we are more defined by the
container we are in,
rather than what we are inside.
Would we recognize
ourselves if we could
expand beyond our
bodies? Would we still
be able to exist if we
JACQUELINE P. ASHBY 