On November 21, 2017, at the Peace Pals International Awards Ceremony the winners of the 2017 Peace Pals International Art Contest were announced. 20 pieces of artwork were selected from each age category with the theme of Nature for All – Loving the Earth.
Visit wppspeacepals.org to view all submissions from the winners and finalists and to find out more about this years contest which has the theme 'Living Peace - What does Living Peace mean to you?
On November 21, 2017, at the Peace Pals International Awards Ceremony the winners of the 2017 Peace Pals International Art Contest were announced. 20 pieces of artwork were selected from each age category with the theme of Nature for All – Loving the Earth.
Visit wppspeacepals.org to view all submissions from the winners and finalists and to find out more about this years contest which has the theme 'Living Peace - What does Living Peace mean to you?
Kindness is like a cup of tee
If you want to taste the tee
You have to fill the cup
So, if you want to taste the happiness
You have to fill your heart with kindness
Life is like a cup of kindness
You can taste it or
You can waste it …
Love is like a cup of tee
You can make it sweet or
You can make it sour …..
On November 21, 2017, at the Peace Pals International Awards Ceremony the winners of the 2017 Peace Pals International Art Contest were announced. 20 pieces of artwork were selected from each age category with the theme of Nature for All – Loving the Earth.
Visit wppspeacepals.org to view all submissions from the winners and finalists and to find out more about this years contest which has the theme 'Living Peace - What does Living Peace mean to you?'
Since I grew wings no longer poor am I. The ground no longer interests me as much as drafting the sky. Catching a current, I stretch my reach and soar. Unbound, untethered, there is no thing except the yes of an opened door. To say it tickles me is only a hint. To understand the bigger look I had to let go, forgive and admit. There is just here, this floating past all tumultuous storm, to then rest in the calm of clouds, swaddle between being newly born. When in body before, there was a heaviness that weighed me down, but oh, now the lightness carries me carries me on the feathered flight beyond all measure beyond all perceptual sight. mj