How Boring Would It Be?


“Differences are not intended to separate, to alienate. We are different precisely in order to realise our need of one another”-Desmond Tutu

How boring would it be

if I was like you and you were like me?

If we all looked the same, thought the same, and liked all the same things?

Because, I love how you challenge me and what I believe, even when it makes me angry.

I love what I learn when I struggle with you, even when it makes me cry.

I love what you teach me, about myself and the world, when you share your thoughts and life experiences.

When I am weak, you are strong and when you are weak, I am strong.

We need each other.

If you really think about it, closed-mindedness and conformity are way more threatening than diversity.

How boring would it be if I was like you and you were like me?

How would we grow?

How would we even know what we’re missing?

How would we learn about forgiveness?









Why would we even want, or need, to spend one single moment with each other?

Friday Pick 155

David Kanigan over at Live & Learn has the gift of saying so much with so few words. In a world where time is a rare commodity, I have grown to really appreciate this quality. I’m not quite sure when I started to follow Live & Learn, but I’m so glad I clicked follow. Go check out my Friday Pick below and if you like it, dig around some more, I’m sure David won’t mind.

In David’s own words:

As Craig Harper states, “genetics aren’t optional but what we do with them is.”  I believe that being a life long learner is core to an inspired life.  Life is about growth and realizing our own unique potential.  Inch by Inch.  Day by Day.

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

In this post David shares about the burdens we carry…

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and tell David Diana sent you…

Lightly child, lightly by Live & Learn


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Secret To A Simple Life

I found the following unattributed piece in an old file and thought you might enjoy the wisdom in it. :)


Old Farmer’s Advice:

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor..

Words that soak into your ears are whispered …not yelled.
Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.
Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.
Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.
You cannot unsay a cruel word.
Every path has a few puddles.
When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

The best sermons are lived, not preached
Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.
Don’t judge folks by their relatives.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life.. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.

Don’t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t bothering you none.
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a Rain dance.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.
Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin’.
Always drink upstream from the herd.
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.

Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.
If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around..

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply..
Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.


Life is simpler when you plow around the stump is one of my faves in the above advice. Which piece of advice resonates with you?

Life is a Gift

Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift. – Regina Brett


You know how sometimes nothing seems to work out?

You try and you try, and the harder you try, the more it all comes apart at the seams.

And if you dare tell someone about it, you’re asked, “What are you gonna do it about it?”

and told to have a better attitude

to think more positively

and stop being a whiner… suck it up, princess.

So you keep it to yourself.

You pretend everything’s fine

and you lay awake at night, your mind turning it over and over and over until you’re sure you’ve gone mad.

And then something happens to remind you that life is a gift.

Help, in the form of exactly what you need, comes from family or a friend.

You hear the uninhibited laugher of a child playing outside.

A butterfly in all its splendor lands close by  – as if it’s a messenger from God to tell you that you’re loved.

You become the pleasantly surprised witness to the most glorious sunset in the history of mankind.


What has recently reminded you that life is a gift?

Friday Pick 154

Thuna Anita, whom I believe hails from Sweden, shares her world with us through her photos over at It’s all about photo. She takes some pretty amazing photos and also, I’m always impressed when someone blogs in a language that is not their mother-tongue. Check out my pick below and visit some of Thuna Anita’s other posts for more pictures!

In Thuna Anita’s own words:

It all started with a Little Kodak Instamatic when I was 14 years old in the middle of the 1950th and from then I have hardly go anywhere without a camera in my bag or on my shoulder. After 10 years of point and shoot period I bought my first SLR, a Pentax. I built a darkroom in the guest bathroom and spent hours and hours learning everything about photography and developing. But the real freedom came with digital. On a vacation around 1990 I bought my first digital on the island Jersey in the English Chanel. About 6 month and $1500 later it broke and no one knew how to repair it in Sweden, where I lived at the time. 1996 Sony released a camera with a disk in it, I bought it for the same amount as my first. The images where e-mail size so almost nothing is saved. But there where no way back to film, I just had to hang in there and wait until the right camera was on the market…

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

In this post Thuna Anita shares a photography trick, so get yourself a cup of coffee and learn…

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and tell Thuna Anita Diana sent you…

Fancy portrait Photography…not! by It’s all about photo


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Getting My Rhythm Back


Today is Day Nine.

My daily routine has changed. And as with any change, it takes time to get one’s bearings.

And it’s going to take some time to get my rhythm back.

Looking back over the last five years, I can see how all my experiences have led me to this place right here, right now.

All the learning; the good times, the hard times, the fun times and the not-so-fun times – have taught me so much.

And I’m grateful. I feel joy. I’m excited to help build something amazing.

Here’s why. As of the first of May, I am happily employed at an amazing organization that makes a huge difference in the lives of hundreds of people.

Today is Day Nine.

I’m getting my rhythm back. I can’t wait to find new ways to build community.

I promise to tell you more about my new role in subsequent posts, but for now, I’ve got to get ready for work!

Until then, here are some pictures I took on the Mother’s Day weekend.

I couldn’t spend Mother’s Day with my mom or with my daughter, but an edible bouquet from Michaela delivered to my new office on Wednesday made my day!

On Mother’s Day, I took a long, long walk downtown. Here are some pictures I took.

Wishing you all a great day!  :)


When you look back on your life, can you see the events that led you to where you are now?

I Want To Be Like That For Someone


Be someone who makes someone else look forward to tomorrow. ~ Unattributed

Do you know someone who makes you feel like you’re the only other person in the room?

At that very moment you are the most important person in the world?

I’ve been blessed to know a few people like this.

Once, some twenty years ago, I met a couple in their late 50s/early 60s who came to the office I was working at to chat with my boss; a long-time friend of theirs.

During their visit, I was introduced to them. I immediately felt loved by them. We chatted, and when they left, I was sad to see them go.

When they were gone, their aura of warmth lingered and I hoped I would have opportunity to see them again. Later that day, and much to my glee, I noticed that the man had left his wallet on my desk.

I picked up the phone to call and let them know, I could not contain my joy – I would see them again!

I want to be like that for someone


Have you ever met and liked someone immediately? Who was it?