Oct
12

ONE can make a difference

Today I had the privilege of hearing 21 year old Yannick Tona, International Programmes Officer for Aegis, speak on his experience of the genocide in Rwanda that killed approximately 1,000,000 people in 100 days. He was just 4 years old when the Hutu people started massacring the Tsutsi people. He and his mother walked for 3 weeks without food. His 1 year old brother and grandmother killed (but first the grandmother was forced to drink the blood of her 1 year old grandson), and his 3 year old sister survived in a hole BY HERSELF for a month.

HOW??????? WHY??????????????? This happened only 17 years ago……

Go Yannick GO. The power of one.

Oct
06

It’s not called “Cantcer” it’s called Cancer

In the wake of an icon’s mighty example of living with CANcer, as I tell my kids, ” I can’t” stands for “I.certainly.am.not.trying”

It’s been a long time since I posted here (almost a year, where did the time go?). Since then there have been many ONES the power of whom and which have touched me to the core. Let me start by saying this year’s biggest ONE was my beautiful husband’s cancer diagnosis. From the moment he received the news, he has been nothing but stoic, humble, funny and a champion. Not the same for me, because fumbling around that “C” diagnosis created chaos and pandemonium. The amount of crazy information on the web, feedback from friends, feedback from strangers, lack of feedback from doctors… I didn’t know where to begin, until I stumbled into what felt like HEAVEN in the form of Inspire Health one Monday afternoon for their fireside chat. Cathy, the owner of Cove Health our local health store told me about it. Why does EVERY DOCTOR IN BRITISH COLUMBIA not guide us to this incredible resource? It combines conventional medicine with alternative medicine, an integrative approach to CANcer. It is run by, among others, 5 medical doctors who spend as much time as you need with them. I believe this is what our CANadian health care system should look like. A partnership between government, private sector and volunteers who have been so changed by the system that they want to give back. Makes solid economic sense to me; not-to-mention the overall health of a nation, and freedom for doctors who don’t want to spend 10 minutes with their patients, but REALLY want to affect their health in a mighty way. Let’s call it a Wellness System.

By the way, my hubby is doing great (we’ll know for sure in February, it looks like all the cancer has been removed), but don’t let anyone fool you that prostate cancer when caught early is easy to deal with. The road back to recovery is very challenging. My hubby is my hero. His lack of pride and unending patience never ceases to astound me.

Who has been your One since my last post?

Jan
25

Parliament Hill

On Tuesday November 23, 2010, Evelyn, in all her beautiful glory, wearing a long burgundy dress with shawl elegantly draped over her shoulder, descended upon Parliament Hill looking like royalty. We had a personal tour of parliament buildings (oh so beautiful and fascinating) and then, in the evening, Evelyn went to share her story with about 40 invited guests from around the world (including MPs and Senators). The first person we met before entering the room was Senator Romeo Dallaire (WOW!).

We all sat around a u-shaped layout with headsets and microphones. Evelyn started talking and an obviously flabbergasted audience listened intently. Senator Jaffer told us that normally people wander in and out and generally they stay for half of an event such as this. Not a soul left. Evelyn cast her exquisite, humble, triumphant spell over the entire room. Many business cards were exchanged afterwards great contacts were made. There was a ton of interest in Strongheart House, volunteering there, visiting there, and financial. Evelyn was asked this question “if you have one dream, what would that be and how can we help you”. Her answer was first world peace, but then she went on to say that she needs help with her education, WELL DONE EVELYN!

The next day Evelyn was introduced to the Honourable Noël Kinsella, Speaker of the House of the Canadian Senate. He invited us into his very regal office, and promptly sat Evelyn down in the very chair and table that our Queen sat to sign the Constitution. He explained that President Obama was invited to use this office as his “office away from home” and then we all had photographs taken with him. Evelyn graciously took it all in her stride. I was moved by this genuinely interested and concerned gesture by the Speaker. We then went to sit in the gallery of the Senate, where Senator Jaffer introduced Evelyn to the House. She was introduced, along with 3 other guests, and Evelyn received a standing ovation. After a fabulous lunch in the Parliamentary Restaurant, we all went to sit in the “special guest” section of the House of Commons. It was a day where everyone of any note was there: our Prime Minister; all of the opposition leaders; and it was fun to pick out faces that I recognized and observe their (what seemed like) chaotic behaviour. Evelyn was introduced by MP Dr. Keith Martin. The chaos seemed to die as Dr. Martin read his statement of introduction. When he was done, our entire House of Commons stood up in unison to applaud this amazing young woman, at which point, Evelyn stood up and waved at the crowd (you’re not supposed to clap in the gallery, let alone stand up and wave!). She brought the House down. They errupted with cheers and applause. It was WONDERFUL to see such unity and support, a reaction which one would expect, but Senator Jaffer advised that she had NEVER seen such a reaction in the House of Commons in the 20 years she’s been in politics.

Bearing in mind that Evelyn has spent, at most, 3 years of her 19 years of life in the United States, 4 years as a child abductee under horrific circumstances in Northern Uganda, and the rest in her small village there, I still can’t get over how she took this entire event in her stride. Her resilience, grace, humility and inner strength still actually haunt me today (6 weeks later).

Now to change the subject just a little. Senator Mobina Jaffer completely inspired me. She insisted that Evelyn be brought to Ottawa so that her personal story could be heard. But while we were there, I couldn’t help but notice the sacrifice she has made for her life as a public servant. She literally did not stop working from the time she awoke at the crack of dawn, until well after 10 p.m. every day we were there. She is away from her family all week and comes home on weekends. She makes use of every moment of her time to help humanity and make a difference in this world (I met her while cleaning soaps on Vancouver’s downtown eastside, and also, she made the most spectacular wedding cake for one of the women who works there, who she met only once). I can’t imagine what it must be like to be battered about on the political battlefield, year after year and still have such a commitment to what is important in this world. Thank you, Mobina, you are a blessing to this nation of ours, and thank you for the trip of a lifetime for Evelyn and for me.

Here we are with the Honourable Noël Kinsella

Nov
23

We’re off to Parliament Hill

Been a while since I’ve posted. Turned 50, hosted a very special wedding at our home, and now I’m in Ottawa, with the most inspiring person I have ever met in my life, about to share her message with our Canadian government. A message of peace, hope and reconciliation. How does a young, exquisite 19 year old woman have such a heart after being abducted from her family in her Ugandan village, by the LRA (Lord’s Resistence Army) at age 9? Our ride has arrived, and off we go… breathe.

Oct
10

From Guilt to Grace

By now you are probably starting to get that I’m all about the power of “the word”, especially the letters they begin with.

Last night, I was fortunate enough to be part of a live television audience for a fundraiser by Extreme Hope to build a village in Uganda (an incredible mission). The amazing woman who was sharing her passion, really resonated with me. She was a “white African” raised in Uganda and her family had to flee under Idi Amin’s rule. Clearly it left a hole in her heart that needed to be filled. I am a 6th generation South African (now privileged to be a Canadian too) and pretty-well my whole life have felt “guilty” about how privileged I was and am. I am about to turn 50. It has taken me this long to understand that “G U I L T” is an emotion one should feel when you’ve done something WRONG. I didn’t ask to be born “white”, I didn’t ask to be born under a “white apartheid regime”. I was blessed to have a mother and father who would not STAND for the injustice of apartheid, who railed against it (as I have said before), and who left there (in fact left everything they owned there) to give their family of 4 children a better opportunity in this fabulous country we call Canada.

Today I no longer feel guilty. I refuse to feel guilt. I feel only G R A C E (another 5 letter g-word). It is by grace, that I am where I am today. Married to a wonderful man. Mother of two beautiful, healthy children. Wealthy (in every way possible). It is through G R A C E that I freely want to G I V E, and especially want to give back. This feels LIBERATING (surely there must be a G-word for liberating, oh, I know what it is, grateful)…

Oct
09

“They Have Great Seafood Clubs”

The other day, I went to meet my girlfriend, Jan, for lunch at the Gilnetter in Coquitlam.  It was one of those perfect end of the summer days in Vancouver where everything just feels right with the world.  My heart was full and the anticipation of spending time with my friend was delightful.  I didn’t quite know how to get there, but I knew it was along the water, so I figured I’d take my first right.  I drove into a beautiful new neighbourhood, and came across some gentlemen who were taking a break from their heavy construction work.  I rolled down the window and asked “Do any of you know where the Gilnetter Pub is?”  One of them said, “Yes, you have to turn around, go back the way you came and take the NEXT right”.  So I gayly pulled a U-ie, and as I passed the men again the same guy said “By the way, their Seafood Club is DELICIOUS!”.

Jan and I had a wonderful reunion, started gabbing up a storm and finally got round to placing our orders.  Of course, I ordered what I wanted and then without giving it another thought, I ordered the Seafood Club for the gentleman who likes them.  When it was too late, I remembered that my hubby and I had agreed to cut costs (oopsie!).  Anyway, the time ticked by far to quickly, and when I got back from the washroom, I reached to pay for my bill and to my UTMOST surprise, my friend had already paid for it!!!  I yelped “but you paid for the clubhouse sandwich too!”

Off I went to deliver the sandwich.  By this time, the gentleman was hard at work on his “digger” and I had to flag down one of the other guys to pass the sandwich along.  Of course, “the digger” came to a screeching halt and the gentleman stood up and said with the hugest grin (oh, my heart leaps just thinking about this!) “Aren’t you even going to give me your phone number?”.  I just smiled, got into my car, gave them all a big wave, and went on my merry way…

Oct
02

I’M ADDICTED TO LOVE AND JUSTICE (or is it one and the same: JUST-US, get it?)

The same friend that sent me the song “Today I’m going to try to change the world” by Johnny Reid (please pay for it if you like it… I believe artists need to get paid for their work), also sent me this INCREDIBLE story.  I have NEVER heard it and it blows my mind.  Love simply changes everything, doesn’t it?  But it is the journey to love.  Actually, quite simply, it’s the journey to love of self and we all find it on our own journey, on our own path, in our own good time…. or we don’t  (I believe).

http://mayibefrankmovie.com/

May I Be Frank

All Frank Ferrante wants to do is to fall in love one more time before he dies. When the filming began, Frank was 54 and weighed in at 290. Both parents were from Sicily. Frank was raised in a southern Italian neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York. Frank has… a checkered past. He’s had long and nearly lethal drug and alcohol experiences. He developed a knack for getting stoned at the perfectly wrong time along with a keen ability to create awkward moments and generate chaos. During his adventures he came in contact with Hepatitis C. He is being treated with interferon and ribovirin. He takes Prozac and drinks 10 espressos a day to try and maintain some shred of sanity. He is a ex-addict; he’s accused of being a terrible father, a nasty ex-husband and a lousy brother. He is a lost soul, alone and unlovable. Frank is rarely happy and never content. With each passing moment, Frank’s hope dims. He believes there is a better way, but he is stuck and lost in his darkness. The Spheres were about to conspire against Frank’s misery. One day, Frank stumbled into the arena of his long awaited adventure: Cafe Gratitude; a raw, organic, and vegan restaurant in the Sunset district of San Francisco. Here Frank is offered something remarkable; a chance to see his life through a different lens. An ensuing conversation with Frank and the Cafe manager, Ryland Engelhart results in the creation of an experiment: to help Frank achieve his wish to fall in love. The proposal: 1- Frank comes into Cafe Gratitude for 42 days and eats only Raw, Vegan, Organic food 2- take on a 42 day Transformational workbook called ‘The Abounding River workbook’ 3- participate in 9 colonics 4- go to see a holistic doctor, and get a live blood cell analysis 5- agree to let it all be filmed. See What happens as Frank takes on the transformation of a lifetime!

That’s all I have to say today!!

Sep
30

The Law of Attraction

At first glance, it looks like a giant child armed with a box of crayons has been set loose upon the landscape. Vivid stripes of purple, yellow, red, pink, orange and green make up a glorious Technicolor patchwork. Yet far from being a child’s sketchbook, this is, in fact, the northern Netherlands in the middle of the tulip season. With more than 10,000 hectares devoted to the cultivation of these delicate flowers, the Dutch landscape in May is a kaleidoscope of giddy colors as the tulips burst into life. The bulbs were planted in late October and early November, and these colorful creations are now ready to be picked and sold as bunches of cut flowers in florists and supermarkets. More than three billion tulips are grown each year and two-thirds of the vibrant blooms are exported, mostly to the U.S. and Germany .

(This photo and words were taken from an e-mail my Uncle sent to me, they are not my words.)

I have been thinking a lot about the power of words lately.  For example, on Saturday I heard my daughter’s friend yell “Jesus Christ!”.  She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me and said “oops, I’m not supposed to say that, am I”.  She doesn’t know anything about Jesus Christ, she’s just been told that it’s bad to say those two words.  I turned around giggling, and with a big smile on my face said “If Jesus Christ heard you call his name, he would NEVER make you feel bad, or guilty, he would love you all up and ask how can I love you, how can I help you, what do you want, or why are you calling me?”  For so long I think big religions have been all about controlling humans through guilt.  For example, somewhere along the line, one of the ten commandments written was  ”Though shalt not say the Lord’s name in vain”.  I suggest it was MISinterpreted as being rude and insulting, but I think it simply means it won’t be used in vain, it will be used for a purpose.

So for far too long, we have been dominated by a very heavy religious hand, and I’m simply saying, we will be drawn to what we are attracted to.  I think the time has come to change our thinking and change our interpretation of the meaning of the word (whatever your holy book might be… including your bankbook).  So, let’s start by being drawn to words that spread light, good news, generosity, gentleness abundance, kindness, acceptance hope, patience, and WORLD PEACE.  Let’s fill the INTERNET with only good stuff, and change ignorance INTO bliss!

Okay, I’ll get off my soap box.

Sep
26

Take a Stand FOR Justice

My beautiful mother has spent her life railing against injustice:  the injustice of a white South Africa, the injustice of religion, the injustice of politics, etc.  She shared this exquisite video with me today:  a rendition of Swan Lake like I’ve never seen it before.  It’s kind of like a combination of “Cirque du Soleil” meets Heaven.  I swear, from this moment on (broad sweeping commitment, I’m full of those and am sure won’t meet it all the time, but I’ll try), I’m not going to rail against injustice, instead, I’m going to stand gently, lovingly, respectfully, and honourably FOR JUSTICE (okay, sometimes it won’t be gentle, it will be full of crazy, wonderful nutbar enthusiasm too).  You see, through my work in the Great Room, I have finally discovered who I am.  I have discovered myself in exquisite women who have sometimes had to sell themselves, often had to medicate themselves by using hard drugs and alcohol, and women who toil daily (to the point of exhaustion) to journey with women into the hope of their story.  I am one of those women.  My drug of choice has been “helping others” and I’ve finally laid it down as a drug (it’s exhausting!), and raised it up as a gift.  I now truly understand the meaning of justice, it’s very simple, it means “just us”.  When this fine earth and all its people (after all, we’re humankind, get it?  Human-Kind, that in my interpretation means good women and good men standing together) finally get this, I believe, at least for some time, we will have world peace, we’re worth it.

GO HUMANITY GO!!!!!

Sep
26

Today I’m Going to Try to Change the World

My beautiful daughter and her friends dancing to try to save the world

Funny, I was having a desperately sad day yesterday, as I was trying to make head or tail out of my life and why I’ve become who I am:  a white African girl who used to have a chip on her shoulder because she was white living in an apardheid-ruled South Africa.  Timing is EVERYTHING and after having a good weep, I checked my e-mails to see what was going on in the world today and my friend, who I never see, or very very rarely ever see sent me this message .

“Hi SueAnn-  I was driving to work the other day and heard this on CBC:  “Today I”m going to try change the World” It made me think of you. Clare”  The song just blew me away I’ve never heard it before, and of course I wept some more.  I wept because this is the theme song for this site, it has to be.   Here’s the ONE again, Johnny Reid is going to change it one day at a time, I’m going to try to change it one person at a time.  I wept because of Clare’s intentional act of kindness in actually taking the time to send it to me and let me know she was thinking of me.  Clare was my ONE at that moment in time.  The weird thing was that we were sitting at dinner last night, the song came on the radio (remember I had never heard it before), and my friend Liz said “Sue-Ann this is your song”.  I then checked my messages before bed, and my Crossfit friend, who I admire every time we work out together had facedbooked me to say “this is my favourite song”.  I LOVE IT!  One last thing, I believe that artists need to be paid for their work, so please, if you like Johnny Reid’s song and therefore his work, pay for it when you download it.

The following is a LONG story, so I’m not going to get into it, other than to say that I had the privilege of meeting this young woman named Lovetta Conto, last year, a refugee from the civil war in Liberia.  She moved MANY while she was here, including The Dalai Lama.  The organization that rescued her from the camp is, The Strongheart Foundation.  Coincidentally, they contacted me about 3 weeks ago just to let me know about a young Ugandan woman, who was abducted by the Lord’s Resistence Army (LRA).  You can read more about this on the “Current Initiatives” page of this site. The next “coincidence” was that I met a Canadian Senator who is originally from Uganda when us Linwood House ladies were cleaning soaps at Mission Possible for the Clean The World Organization.  I told her about Evelyn and she immediately said, you must bring her to Ottawa, her story needs to be told.  So I have begun an initiative to get her here.  If you would like to participate in any way, like pay towards her visa application, or pay for her education or travel fund, or whatever that may be, you may do so just click here.  WOW, talk about EACH ONE REACH ONE!

And while I’m on the subject of Africa, I must tell you about this brilliant work being done in my beautiful home country, South Africa.  I miss it so much, I love it so much, and may the work that Warren Te Brugge’s organization is doing there be THOROUGHLY blessed.  Click here:  Arms Wide Open and listen to Warren’s beautiful heart.  GO WARREN GO!!!!!

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