Wounded Warriors, Afternoon Tea and Lady Bugs

Margaret MacKenzie is a mission of healing and living with intention. She recently participated in Wounded Warriors Battlefield Bike Ride, through Sarajevo, Bosnia, to Plitviče, Croatia. I want to share this wonderful story of her experiences with you.

Honour the fallen, help the living.

Read the story here

“Intentional living is the art of making our own choices before others' choices make us.” Richie Norton

This past week hundreds of “Special Olympic” athletes ascended on Antigonish, Nova Scotia and by all accounts, it was a roaring success. I absolutely love the spirit of these beautiful individuals and the inspiration they bring not only to the games but to society as a whole.  The community spirit that is so evident, paints a picture of what community spirit could be. Pure hope & inspiration. Read Here. 

This coming week our “Afternoon Tea” begin. Tuesdays and Thursdays in our Tea House from 2 to 4 until the end of September. Reservations recommended. We are only accepting 20 per afternoon. We managed to take this photo just before we devoured the trial run. 

A few blog posts past, I wrote about living intentionally and wanting to greet each sunrise. Karen Tuplin fills her bag with about 25 "bug-eyed" rocks and scatters them along the beach and dunes by her home in Myrick Shore, near Tignish. Speaking of living intentionally! Beautiful story and video here.

“Live with intention.
Walk to the edge.
Listen Hard.
Practice wellness.
Play with abandon.
Laugh.
Choose with no regret.
Appreciate your friends.
Continue to learn.
Do what you love.
Live as if this is all there is.”

~ Mary Anne Radmacher

Wishing you a wonderful week ahead of intentional living and thank you for taking the time to read my blog today. 

Let's end with a chuckle...

Our teacher asked what my favourite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken." 

She said I wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right, because everyone else laughed. My parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favourite animal. I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA. He said they love animals very much. I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. 

Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office. I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again. 

The next day in class, my teacher asked me what my favourite live animal was. I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken. She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed and told me not to do it again. 

I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn't like it when I am. Today, my teacher asked me to tell her what famous person I admired most. 

I told her, "Colonel Sanders." 

Guess where I am now ...

With love from Prince Edward Island! 

Sincerely,

Bruce