Day of Rest ... At least one a week ... Good for the body ... Good for the soul ... My morning began with the sound of birds singing outside my window ... I like to imagine magpies ... Only in my imagination ... Magpies have never made it to Canada ... At least not to Northeastern New Brunswick ... No really ... Because ther are no Magpies here it does not mean that we discriminate against Magpies ... Perhaps it means we have not been discovered yet.
Go back far enough and each one of us is a refugee. What if he or she had been your ancestor? What would you do or say? How would you feel. Peace and love ... If they bring us peace and love they are welcome.