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We believe in health for everyone. Everyone deserves support in their physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual health. On this International Men’s Day we encourage you to reach out to the men in your life and ask them how they are doing. If you feel called to, support the KIX FM & River Country Movember campaign. #health #healthcare #menshealth #womenshealth #weareallconnected #indigenoushealth #peaceriverhealth #mightypeace #peaceregion #movember ... https://ca.movember.com/team/2385264

Sometimes life doesn’t always go as planned. Today’s challenge is to find one thing you are grateful for or finding some joy today. Maybe it’s a cup of coffee, or a chat with a friend, cuddles with those in your cohort, snuggles with any furry friends, or maybe it’s some time in solitude and meditation. Sending all the good vibes! #love #mindfulness #findjoy #community #mentalhealth

https://www.t8gp.com//reclaiming-mindfulness-as-indigenous An amazing blog! Thanks T8GP! Authored by: Andrea Rosenberger-Deleeuw... November 9, 2020 See more

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.... Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain. Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21 September 1914.

An important reflection.