This is Pex, he is not my bird… It may look super cute and it is, and it was magical having this little guy for a couple of days❤️; clearly he was loved, and I’m glad he got reunited with his owners, but if he wasn’t found, he would be dead. He wandered into our garden one day, searching for food..so hungry that he hopped onto my hand to eat and we took him inside to protect him. The unfortunate truth is, that many people buy these imported birds that CANNOT survive this environment’s weather, let alone the many predators. When I looked into finding Pex’s owner I realized just how common this phenomenon is. They are imported from their natural habitat, brought to a home, caged, and then they live a life in captivity, or escape and meet their end trying to survive in an alien environment. Please please #stopcagingbirds stop taking animals out of the habitat they are happy in. Think about the industry you are encouraging when you buy an exotic pet to look good in your home. It is not a show piece, it is a living thing. Natures creature, to be nurtured, not exploited.
This is Pex, he is not my bird… It may look super cute and it is, and it was magical having this little guy for a couple of days❤️; clearly he was loved, and I’m glad he got reunited with his owners, but if he wasn’t found, he would be dead. He wandered into our garden one day, searching for food..so hungry that he hopped onto my hand to eat and we took him inside to protect him. The unfortunate truth is, that many people buy these imported birds that CANNOT survive this environment’s weather, let alone the many predators. When I looked into finding Pex’s owner I realized just how common this phenomenon is. They are imported from their natural habitat, brought to a home, caged, and then they live a life in captivity, or escape and meet their end trying to survive in an alien environment. Please please #stopcagingbirds stop taking animals out of the habitat they are happy in. Think about the industry you are encouraging when you buy an exotic pet to look good in your home. It is not a show piece, it is a living thing. Natures creature, to be nurtured, not exploited.
Stoked to revel in Revelstoke -Great Glacier at Glacier National Park
Went snow boarding for the first time today….feel destroyed…getting old here👵but had fun. Here’s to falling over more than a 100 times and getting back up ✊🏼 yeeehaaa
Went snow boarding for the first time today….feel destroyed…getting old here👵but had fun. Here’s to falling over more than a 100 times and getting back up ✊🏼 yeeehaaa
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Drum Circle Tuesdays
Drum Circle Tuesdays
Drum Circle Tuesdays
Drum Circle Tuesdays
It was this guy’s birthday on the 21st ♥️♥️🌺🌺🥳🥳
It was this guy’s birthday on the 21st ♥️♥️🌺🌺🥳🥳
It was this guy’s birthday on the 21st ♥️♥️🌺🌺🥳🥳
It was this guy’s birthday on the 21st ♥️♥️🌺🌺🥳🥳
Our shadows dare go where we do not; why so often do we leave the best parts of ourselves in the dark?
Our shadows dare go where we do not; why so often do we leave the best parts of ourselves in the dark?
As winter unfolds and I relax And acquiesce to the ways that meld me deeper into the fabric of acclimation, I find new things to wrap around the sense of home I tightly hold; I learn to spin and weave and sing the threads together for warmth to bring to tingling chills and points of cold that pierce my skin but still I hold the ember soft within my palms, and drink the glow right through my wrists and up and into the atrial abyss. -Rachel Viccaji
Peace Talks. #peacelilyblooms
Peace Talks. #peacelilyblooms
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Kelowna ho….the puns will never stop
Meet the plant fam, drinking up that beautiful sunshine☀️🪴 🥰
Spring Offerings 🪴💜🌸 🥰 give yourself permission to heal; permission to grow and to be vulnerable and observant on the *journey* to fruition. —————————————————- ———Rising Five “I’m rising five” he said “Not four” and the little coils of hair Un-clicked themselves upon his head. His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light Above his toffee-buckled cheeks. He’d been alive Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more; _____________Not four But rising five. Around him in the field, the cells of spring Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot And stem shook out the creases from their frills, And every tree was swilled with green. It was the season after blossoming, Before the forming of the fruit: _____Not May But rising June._____ And in the sky The dust dissected the tangential light: _____Not day But rising night; _____Not now But rising soon. The new buds push the old leaves from the bough. We drop our youth behind us like a boy Throwing away his toffee-wrappers. We never see the flower, But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit, But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed In the baby’s cradle; we look for the grave in the bed; _____Not living But rising dead.” Norman Nicholson ——————————————————————————— @kaziashar hi jacked your playing session, thanks 😜 Oh and yes a Lota is my watering can 😂
#Repost @dallassauer with @make_repost ・・・ “An ode to my Mother and all Mothers.” It was an absolute pleasure and passionate journey with this intimate group of artists bringing @mohamedassanisitar first ever music video to life! Show your love and support by checking out the poetic masterpiece on YouTube, link in bio. Thanks to the team, we are just getting started with this series and we couldn’t have done it without everyone’s hard work and positive energy. Composer & Sitarist: Mohamed Assani Voice & Young Mum: Rachel Viccaji @rachelavanviccaji Young Child: Ali-Mohamed Azim Virani Older Mum: Kamal Dhingra Filmed and Produced by Pool Service Productions 1st AD: @maud_md_pugliese Wardrobe: @ninachebt Music Producer: Adham Shaikh Big thanks to Factor Foundation @factorcanada and Malani Jewelers @malani_jewelers for their support of this video. Thanks to Sirish Rao for his support and inspiration for this piece. A big thank you to Mohamed’s wife Shahaa Kakar for her wonderful ideas and logistic support with this project!
