Rituals, Rhythms and Music

Lately I have been fascinated by the passage of time.  Being on my own for the past (almost) three months, I have had plenty of time to wonder, ponder and meditate about the sights, sounds and events that occur during the moments, minutes, hours and days of our lives. There are three aspects of life that have come to my attention: rituals, rhythms and music. These three facets are mildly interrelated and a part of my everyday existence here in Kuwait.

A ritual, according to vocabulary.com is an action performed in a customary way. Whenever I have a change come into my life I realize that rituals are what hold life together. The act of setting the alarm, rising in the morning, making the morning coffee, showering, dressing, preparing for the day, walking to work, greeting the staff and students, and then getting on with the day are all daily rituals that facilitate the transition from one part of the day to the next.

In the Middle East the religion of the  people follows a set daily ritual including the call to prayer five times a day, the annual ritual of fasting then feasting during Ramadan, and the once in a lifetime pilgrimage to Mecca. These rituals are just one small part of the complete way of life.

My own personal rituals bring a sense of wholeness, discipline and commitment to my life. Waking, stretching, showering, dressing, preparing coffee and breakfast, etc. make up the morning ritual. This pattern of engaged activity helps to begin the day in a positive way. Missing out on any of these steps can lead to a generalized anxiety and sometimes even a disastrous day.

In addition to the daily rituals, I find that I am also aware of many rhythms. Each morning I leave somewhere between 5:15 and 5:30 am to walk to school. This has become part of my daily routine. During that daily 20 minute walk I am comforted by the rhythms of my steps, my breathing, and, if I pay careful attention, my own heartbeat. I find myself counting steps between familiar spots along the way. And with each step I come closer to my destination, arriving in time to perform the rituals of the morning- turning on the computer, signing in, checking emails, checking daily plans, and then greeting the students on the school yard.

When swimming at the club I have certain rituals that have had to be adapted to Kuwait, such as dressing within the covered confines of the dressing room, showering thoroughly and then walking slowly into the warm pool, dunking under several times, finding an open space to stretch out and then stroking through the water.  And then the rhythm begins again. Stroke, stroke, breathe times seven, then touch the wall, turn around and repeat. The pool's railings make flip turns very difficult so I have developed a new pattern of stroke, stroke breath, stroke stroke touch, push and glide, kick and stroke stroke breath. There is something mesmerizing about the quiet steady rhythm of the stroking and kicking and before I know it, time has flown.  An hour goes by quite pleasantly.

But where does music fit into this? Unlike many of the people around me I have yet to own an i-Pod or i-Phone, so the joy of listening to music while swimming or walking still eludes me. I have found it easier (and cheaper!) to play the music in my imagination. It may seem strange, but some of the most interesting and inspirational songs have come into my mind while walking to and from work. The beat of the music matches the rhythm of my step.

I have tried to tune in to the music from the aqua fitness classes at the pool (which happen at the same time I am swimming). Unfortunately, the water in my ears doesn't allow for an effective listening experience, so again, I resort to songs from my childhood or pop songs from the radio. 

Just today I discovered online the theme song for the upcoming Pan American Games in Toronto, recorded by Serena Ryder.  Now that is a catchy tune!  See and hear it here:

http://www.cbc.ca/news/arts/serena-ryder-debuts-official-pan-am-parapan-anthem-together-we-are-one-1.3088016

I am thinking that it is time to pick out a device that will allow music to permeate my soul just as much as rituals and rhythms.

Until next time,

Bee Rich

Are We Wrapping Up or Winding Down?

Colleagues!

There is a time in the school year that I get a little teary eyed. Spending up to nine months in daily interaction with a group of children is definitely the most enjoyable, and probably the most challenging I will ever have.

This particular year has been double the fun and double the challenge!  Each of the English teachers at the school have two full classes of students. We teach English, Science and Visual Arts to 42 or more individuals. At the beginning of the year, I thought I would never remember their names. Now, nearing the end of the year, I hope I never forget them.

It has been a busy time!  At today's staff meeting the principal started with a thank you to all of the teachers who have put forth the extra effort. I believe that every teacher in the world is entitled to that kind of thanks.

The class with class!

And now thinking back on my school days, there are a some of my teachers I  will never forget.

• Kindergarten- Mrs. Schubel
• Grade 1- Mrs, Sleigh and Mrs. Cherry
• Grade 2- Mrs. Lichty
• Grade 3- Mrs. Graham
• Grade 4- Mrs. Stall
• Grade 5- Mrs. Garver
• Grade 6- Mr. Schumaker
• Grade 7- Mr. McArthur
• Grade 8- Miss Mosier and Mr. Hickey

It has been well over 50 years since I saw or heard or spent any time at all with any of these teachers, and yet, I can still picture them perfectly in my mind. What do I remember most about them?

As it turns out, not much!  However, I do remember the first days of school and the last days of school.  I remember striving to have "Perfect Attendance" and only managing that once in all those elementary years, and then it became less important. I remember crying in Kindergarten, learning to read in first grade, learning to print more neatly in second grade, reading independently and writing cursive in third grade, listening to great chapter books in fourth grade, my all girls class in fifth grade, and my first "boyfriend" in grade 6.

By grade 7 we had moved to Canada and my teacher was in his first or second year. There was plenty of new things to learn, including French.  Our school was so crowded that the French classes were in one of the change rooms. Our teacher came to school one day with one black shoe and one brown shoe and proceeded to tell us about it!

In grade 8 I was hitting my stride as a student, interacting more socially with classmates and learning about Canadian geography. I remember that teacher, Mr. Hickey, who was also the school's principal. Forward thinking, he taught us mathematics in a new way and encouraged us to be the best we could be.

Those are just a few of the memories from elementary school....

Fast forward fifty years to today.  Today is the last weekend before the final week of school. Things are winding down.  Final assessments are in progress.  Students are telling me when their final day of school will be.  As Ramadan is fast approaching, families are pulling their children out early so they can travel.

Sports Day

Reading Week

Mothers Day

Our class party is scheduled for Sunday afternoon with children bringing treats and drinks from home. If our class party is anything like the grade 3 parties that happened yesterday, there will be plenty to eat.  We have also downloaded a movie for the children to enjoy.

It has been an eventful year. I have learned about the likes and lives of 42 Kuwaiti children. We have sung, danced, played and learned together. I have tried to teach them about good manners, respect and responsibility.

I hope that I never forget this experience teaching in the Elementary School. I wonder what memories will fill their minds about this year 50 years from now!

Until after the party,


Bee Rich

Overwhelmed by Serendipity

Memories of Charlotte- cute,

content,

cuddling with Coral,

carnivore

Charlotte!

Wow! My last post produced many messages of condolence from thoughtful friends from around the world. I am overwhelmed and grateful for the kind comments both on Blogger and Facebook. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Yesterday was a good day! I had a small funeral for my kitten in the "backyard," cleaned up the toys, litter box, food and water dishes, and other signs of pet ownership. My cleaner even offered to come over and clean the apartment! I was humbled.

Later, Em and I went out to Mahboula to spend the afternoon with Lindsay. To be frank, I am not quite sure what I would do without these ladies in my life. Lindsay's husband was away for a men's weekend in Dubai, so we hung out in the air conditioned apartment, had tea, played with the children and, as my mother used to say, "solved all the problems of the world." It was a special time that I will forever treasure.

I first met these two young women while working in Cairo, Egypt in September, 2008. They were flat mates and my husband and I gradually became their Mama and Papa Cairo, sharing many meals, trips, laughs and moments. Since then we have continued to keep in touch.  In fact, one of the major factors leading me to work in this country was their encouragement last summer.

Em and Kinds

Em

Linds and Em

Linds

Charlotte Lena-my cleaner and caregiver!

I am indeed fortunate to have such caring people in my life. It seems that no matter where I am living, I am surrounded with beautiful people. How serendipitous is that?

Until next time,


Bee Rich

Sad News

                         

Last night my little angel kitty, Charlotte, died. Today I am crying, not for my loss, but for all the little innocents that are born into the world without the hope of survival. 

Without her rescue from the yard at school, Charlotte would have probably died alone. But, thanks to a dear friend and the care of many others, I experienced several weeks of joyful interaction with this little one. I was also able to be with her during the final hours of her life.

We are not sure what caused her death. The vet, who was consulted by phone, thought that it could have been a congenital condition or perhaps a virus. I do know that, from the beginning, although she ate well, she did not put on weight. I can only believe that she was not well from the beginning of her brief life.

I am grateful for my friend, Em, who was with me at the time, and for her tears, which demonstrated her love and compassion for all living things, especially people and cats. 

Life must go on. With only four weeks left here, it is very doubtful that I will adopt another kitten. At least, not for this year.

Until next time, 

Bee Rich

Another Holiday Adventure in Kuwait

Happily, the anticipated cold that was looming in my head at the beginning of the weekend has settled down, enabling a bit of an adventure today, the third day of the long weekend in May. Here in Kuwait, it is the Isra and Mirage holiday (celebrated yesterday)-see below of Wikipedia's explanation of this holiday.
So what do two Canadian teachers do on this day off from school? Em's cat, Loomi, had to go to the vet clinic for a teeth cleaning today and Em wanted to go to the newly opened Old Navy store. We made it a morning adventure, leaving the apartments at around 8:30 and arriving just in time for the 9:00 dental appointment. Sadly we left Loomi for the day.

Loomi on the way to the vet with Em looking very sad  :(

First stop- RAH

So the cat drop off took a little longer than anticipated but the cab driver had agreed to wait and the fee at the end of the ride was, "As you like...how about 7 dinars."
"How about 5 dinars because you only waited 15 minutes?"
"No, 7 I think is fair." So much for "As you like..."
We settled on 6.
Now the Marina Mall is a treat. We tried to enter unsuccessfully from a couple of doors and were told that the entrance is from the parking lot. No problem, once Em got her bearings.

Fortunately we had no car, so we did not need the Ladies Parking...

...though we were attracted by the clever signage- parking for big haired women with money to spend.

Soon, we found the restaurant and enjoyed a quiet meal on the outside patio.  

Great spot for breakfast!

Right beside the water

And also near the mall!

Next stop was OSN- where Em has her cable TV account.  Because she is moving, she wanted to cancel it.  Last weekend she was told that she needed to go to Marina Mall to have it cancelled. But the people at Marina Mall told her to simple call this number and it could be done over the phone. No problem,

The next stop was the new Old Navy store, located right beside the mall.

Destination- Old Navy- San Francisco, California- expanding to the Middle East!

I was looking for, and successfully found, a hoodie the kitten. to curl  up inside. We also picked out some cute t-shirts for gifts and souvenirs- proudly bearing the label- Old Navy- Kuwait!

After the purchases we discovered another section of the store and began talking to the Old Navy representative from California. This lady was originally from Vancouver so it was nice to chat about her experiences in the Middle East, especially setting up a business.

We had time for a photo opportunity or two and I thought I might try the rocket to the USA, figuring it might go faster than the planned Lufthansa flight in June!.

Blast off!

All in all, it was a beautiful morning spent with a lovely friend. As I write I am waiting to hear that Loomi has arrived home from his dental appointment and that Em is safe and sound back in her apartment just across the alley.

I am wondering just what I will do next year without my wonderful neighbour and friend. Em does so much for me in the Adventuring Department. Without her initiative, I would probably be in a rut between the apartment, the school and the gym. Fortunately we have another three weeks or so before she moves on to another area of Kuwait. I wonder what next weekend will bring?


Until next time,

Bee Rich

The Isra and Miraj are the two parts of a Night Journey that, according to Islamic tradition, the prophet of Islam, Muhammad took during a single night around the year 621. It has been described as both a physical and spiritual journey.... In the journey, Muhammad travels on the steed Buraq to "the farthest mosque" where he leads other prophets in prayer. He then ascends to heaven where he speaks to God, who gives Muhammad instructions to take back to the faithful regarding the details of prayer. According to traditions, the journey is associated with the Lailat al Mi'raj, as one of the most significant events in the Islamic calendar (Wikipedia).

Counting Down Again...

And suddenly, it is mid-May.

As I put next Monday's date on the whiteboard yesterday after school, looked at the calendar and planned for next week, I realized that there are only three (Three you say? Three?) yes only three weeks left of school. 

It is the long weekend in Canada and so it is here in Kuwait as well. Many families and teachers are travelling this weekend, but I am staying put, here in the flat, playing with my new little kitten, fighting a cold, thinking about the past year, and looking forward to what lies ahead.

May 2014- I was let go from s job at a pool in Canada and the search for a new job began

July 2014- My husband and I celebrated a special anniversary with family, friends and neighbours

August 2014- We travelled to British Columbia to cruise up the inside channel to Alaska

September 2014- I started a new job in Kuwait teaching grade two

October 2014- I visited daughter in Romania for a few days

November 2014- My husband joined me in Kuwait, along with our dog Mika

December 2014- We travelled together to Romania for Christmas with our daughter

January 2015- As part of the visa process, we went to Bahrain for three days

February 2015- I got a cold, which turned to pneumonia, and had to take a week off on sick leave

March 2015- My husband returned to Canada

April 2015- Our daughter was transferred from Romania to Texas, USA and I travelled to Oman to visit a friend

May 2015- I went with friends to Dubai for the weekend and adopted a kitten

June 2015- I look forward to a return trip to Canada

You could say it has been an eventful year- one of challenges and changes, appointments and disappointments, sadness and joy. It has been a year of friendship formation, relationship renewal, environment adaption and personal growth. 

Through it all I have learned many things about myself and others.  And with any luck, I will have time to write about some of that in upcoming posts. For now, I am content in Kuwait.

Until next time, 

Bee Rich

It Was a Day!

Sometimes I wonder how much longer I will be able to continue teaching. I am not working towards a pension, nor am I necessarily working in order to survive. I teach because I truly enjoy it and I do believe that each year, I am better at it. Every time I change grade levels or schools or countries, I feel myself stretching and growing. And yet, I wonder how much stretching and growing I have left in me.

Today was a day.  I remember when my husband was in his final five years of teaching, he would come home, perhaps a little frustrated with the work, or the politics or the people.  I would always ask, "How was your day?"

More often than not, his reply would be the same, "It was a day." I did not really understand what he was saying; that is, until today. There just seemed to be a pile of "stuff" going on that led to my gradual high anxiety level.

I arrived earlier than normal and was marking some student work.  It was 6:55 a.m. and I got a phone call that the principal needed the names of the children whose work was in the art show last week. As my classes were the only two represented in the event, she wanted to give them a shout out during morning routine.

I hesitated. Not because I could not remember their names, I just couldn't remember all of their names, and I did not want to leave anyone out.  I asked, "Is it possible to do this tomorrow?"

Her response was, "No. I want to do it today."

Deep breath. Okay, I will see what I can do.  At 7:00 I had to be on duty in the downstairs hallway, so I took a sticky note and listed the names of the children I could remember.  Then, just as my duty ended and morning routine started, I quickly polled the children to find out whose work had been included in the art show.

Sure enough, I had left out two names and was quickly able to write them on the list and then send it via a very responsible student to the principal, who by now was just saying good morning to the students.  Long story short, the appropriate children were recognized and the morning was off to an interesting start.

Now Mondays are the most hectic for me, as I have one period off out of eight and also have two duties. So it is rush here, rush there, keep the students focused, keep myself focused and just be in the moment. Sounds easy, right? Wrong.

All went pretty well until period four, when I had another teacher coming in for a peer observation. The class was an English class and most of the students were working hard. I was reading with small groups...did I mention that the teaching assistant was absent? So the teacher/observer turned into a teacher/teaching assistant. As the noise level rose I could feel my pulse begin to race.

No problem, though, the reading class was soon finished and we moved on to writing.  But that time the other teacher had left and the students were a little stir crazy. We eventually finished the class with many reminders to "shhh" and focus and work. I guess they had been so good for the guest teacher that they relaxed and let themselves bubble over with enthusiasm.

Then it was recess time.  This 20 minute time slot is full of running and poking and kicking and shoving. I spend every minute either asking children to "be nice" or telling them to take a "time out" on the bench. In the middle of recess I saw from a distance a grade one child tumble down a flight of concrete steps (only about six steps in all).

In a panic to "save" him (i.e. my lifeguard days) I ran to see if he was alright.  No kidding, he just jumped up and brushed himself off and carried on with playing. I asked if he was hurt. He replied that he was fine.  I commented that he must be made out of rubber, because he bounced. As I walked away from that scene I took a deep breath and nearly burst into tears.

The final straw was when I went back to class and my favourite group of students were getting ready to do their classwork while I read with small groups.  Coming from the room next door were the chants of the Quran class, which are played a full volume on the speakers.  This has happened many times this year and I have a student who goes quietly to ask them to please close the door.  She returned with the message that the door could not be closed because the classroom smelled. Go figure!

That same girl suggested that we watch a space video. I previously had told this class about a video that I had seen where the female commander gives a tour of the International Space Station. In desperation I agreed and happily realized that the video was 25 minutes long, just about the length of the class. I sat down with the children and enjoyed the tour and afterwards shared with them that when I was their age, I had wanted to be an astronaut. Surprisingly, after that little bit of space time, I felt better.

The video class then worked itself into a writing class and all of the children were working hard to complete their spelling and writing assignments. At the end of the day this class usually goes to the library, but since that space was not available, the librarian came into our class, read a book and proceeded with silent reading, followed by paired reading.

As I sat back and really looked at the children, I marvelled at how far they have come along. Every child in the class was actively engaged in their buddy reading opportunity and they looked like they were having fun! I took a deep breath and gave a sigh of relief that the day was about to end.

So, when my husband finally contacts me (he is now offline visiting our daughter in Texas) and asks me how this day was, my reply will be either, "Read my blog post!" or "It was a day..."

Until next time, keep breathing and


Bee Rich

The Cat!

This little creature has stolen my heart!

So this has been an eventful week...

• a return trip from Dubai (see previous post)
• a new room mate (see above and below)
• a visit to the Visa office (more to come)
• a mid-week swim (hopefully more to follow)
• a sad good-bye at work (tear)
• a late lunch on Thursday afternoon (laughter)
• two Thursday night tear jerking movies (back-to-back chick-flicks)
• an early morning grocery run (avoiding the heat)
• a shopping trip to Avenues (Friday morning ritual)
• time spent with a friend (Friday morning ritual)
• a shopping stop at Pet Zone
• Skype-less for a few days (hubby traveling) 
• # 1 son makes Facebook contact (hubby's first stop)
• #1 daughter makes Facebook contact (awaiting hubby's arrival)
• #1 friend makes email contact (sad news)
• countdown continues with less than 20 school days left (how can that be?)
• time to catch on blog reading and posting (The Pearl Curriculum, This is It, Them's My Sentiments, Bee Rich)

This post is all about the cat, which is really just a 8 week old kitten. Not sure if it is a boy or a girl...but he/she has already taken over the apartment and a big portion of my heart. It arrived in the Kindergarten playground on Monday morning.  It was rescued by my good friend, Em- who happens to be just a bit of a crazy cat lady (she only has one cat). So here is a word by word copy of the emails, texts and Facebook Messages she sent me...

EM-  you should see this kitty I found

its sooooooo sweet

there is something special about it 

you need a cat!!!

come see if you can

ME- Where is it?

I do need a cat, but I may have trouble getting myself into Canada, let alone a kitty! Should know by tomorrow.

EM- you could keep it here with Lena for the summerI would even help pay!!!it's outside of my class.  I am thinking of bringing him home to bathe him tonightbarb he is so loving!!!!  he just laid on my lap and slept
I already cried about him

ME- Okay.  You got me…So, I did want to go swimming today after school. May I come an me him/her afterwards?
EM- im going to see if  emma can take him home....then I will get him from emmahe is sooooo sweet at least maybe you can foster until we can find someone???

Later that same afternoon: 

EM- (texts)- Are you at the gym? The Princess has a name!!!! Charlotte Elizabeth Diana!!!

ME- No not going have to go to bank and then buy kitty stuff. That will be her name too!

EM-We have everything we need You don't need anything

ME- Ok I still need to go to bank

EM- OK then come over!!!

And the rest is history...I met the kitten, already named Charlie (boy or girl). He/She is small and soft and purry. Long story short, Charlie stole my heart and he/she is now safely  living in Flat 9. And yes, the happy news is Lena has agreed to take care of him/her this summer and by August he/she will be a medium sized kitty when I arrive back. 

For the record, here is a picture of from this morning, purring on my shoulder. I am no longer living alone in Kuwait!

Until next time,

Bee Rich

Dubai- No Lie!

Everything I have heard about Dubai is TRUE!
I am very fortunate to be here on a girls' weekend with two of my favourite ladies, reminiscent of our days in Egypt where we met solidified our relationships within the confines of the school, the bus and the new culture. That was in 2008! A lot has happened over the past seven years, and through it all, we have been able to keep in touch, whether on social media, at little reunions or on the telephone.
Here is a brief historical recap...
In 2009 Emily left Cairo for a job in Vietnam Nam, leaving Lindsay and me and Clarke in Cairo for another year...she stayed there for two years...
In 2010, while Clarke and I left for St. Maarten, Linds and Phil went to Q8, to teach in the school where I am now employed.
Then in 2011 Emily joined Lindsay and Phil in Kuwait...
In the meantime, Clarke and I spent a year in St. Maarten, one year in Canada, a year in India and then another year in Canada, before I successfully landed a job in Kuwait...that brings us to the 2014-2015 school year.
So now Linds and Phil have moved to another school, leaving me and Em at the original Kuwait school.  The exciting news for Em is that, next year, she is moving  over to their school, leaving me to finish my second year of a two year contract...who would have ever guessed that would happen?

Although almost seven years have passed and we are all older and wiser, we are still young at heart and happy to spend time together, shopping, touring, listening to random music, dancing, cross-fitting, eating, drinking and joking around.

Loving this time together, making memories and giggling all the way from Kuwait to Dubai and back again. So lucky I am to have these ladies in my life!

Until next next time,


Bee Rich

George Carlin's Wit and Wisdom

I am not sure why I am writing this blog post, today of all days, when my plate at work is full, I have an appointment at the club, and I want to go for a swim; however, here it goes.

I received a very nice email from a former school administrator, who is a Christian. It was written by George Carlin after the death of his wife. The words caused me to pause and reflect on their validity in today's world. I copy them here, with credit to George:  

GEORGE CARLIN (His wife died....and George followed her, dying July 2008) 
Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate.

A Message by George Carlin: 

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. 

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. 

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. 

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. 

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. 

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... 

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. 

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. 

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. 

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. 

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. 

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. 

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: 

 Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. 

George Carlin

I am not sure why I am writing this blog post, today of all days; perhaps it will remind some of you and me of the importance of these values:

• loving one another unconditionally
• caring enough to hold our tempers in check, 
• being content with exactly where we are in life
• taking time to communicate, especially to listen and really hear one another
• finding peace in our souls

Until next time,

Bee Rich