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Death Announcement and New prayer Request

It is with deep sorrow that we post this announcement of Clyde Jessop's death last April 17 2021 Clyde was Tessie's Sienes husband , They resided in Sudbury Canada . He dies surrounded by family and fuunral was at Holy Redeemer Church in Sudbury Canada last April 22 2021

Tessie requests we pray for Clyde, may his soul rest in peace.




Obituary: Robert Clyde Jessop    


In loving memory of Clyde Jessop who passed away peacefully April 17th with his family by his side. Loving husband of 51 years to Teresita (nee Villarosa Sienes). Dear Dad of Rob (Cheryl) and Cheryl (Alex) and Grandpa to Fisher, Sienna, Christian and Xavier. He will be greatly missed by his family, relatives and friends.

Clyde was born November 22, 1937 in Toronto, Ontario. Predeceased by his parents Harvey Jessop and Marjorie (nee Mason), brother Peter (Liz) and sister Mary (Tony) and survived by his brother Steve (Jan). He grew up in Hamilton, Ontario where he helped with the family pharmacy. He spent 3 years serving in the Royal Canadian Air Force before attaining his B.A. in Psychology from McMaster University. He and Tessie relocated to Sudbury, Ontario in 1969 to start their teaching careers. He was Business Department Head at Northeastern Secondary School when he retired.

Clyde was fun-loving, friendly, easy-going and a great story teller. He was an active member of the Sudbury Yacht Club, Tennis Club and Canadian-Filipino Association, and enjoyed performing with the Sudbury Rising Stars. He shared a special bond and lasting friendships with his gourmet group, volleyball group and colleagues. He also enjoyed golf, writing poems and short stories, and organizing family reunions.
He loved to travel, spending a few months each year in Mexico and enjoyed many cruises and overseas trips with family and friends. His most recent adventures were to China, Dubai and Egypt and a family trip to Costa Rica to celebrate his 50th wedding anniversary. He really knew how to enjoy life to the fullest and we are thankful for the memories we have with him.

The family extends sincere thanks to the staff at Maison McCulloch Hospice for the wonderful care and compassion they extended to Clyde during his time there.
A family prayer service will be at Holy Redeemer Church, 1887 Bancroft Drive, Sudbury, on Friday, April 23rd, 2021 at 10am. Cremation at Park Lawn Crematorium. In lieu of flowers, donations to the Maison McCulloch Hospice or the Holy Redeemer Food Bank would be appreciated. There will be no funeral visitation.
Due to COVID-19 directives, a maximum of 10 people are allowed at the church. The funeral will be live streamed. To watch, please go the Holy Redeemer Church website at www.holyredeemerchurch.ca
Arrangements entrusted to the Lougheed Funeral Home.

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Sometimes a simple act of kindness and improve a person’s day. Sometimes, it can change their life. We never really know the true impact we have on other people, even strangers. Here are a few inspiring examples of people who decided to share what they have with others. If these images brighten your day even just a little bit, be sure to pass them on to your friends and family!



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Springtime inspires us to believe that, along with the earth, we too might change, release the past, and give birth to new ideas.

Spring comes when the earth, coaxed by lengthening days and warmer temperatures, begins to awaken from her winter slumber. She stretches open to receive the rain that gives drink to flower buds and seedlings. She takes a deep breath, and on her exhale the leaves on trees unfurl like tiny flags heralding her revival as baby animals tumble forth, trumpeting the good news to all who will listen. Rebirth and repopulation fill the void of winter with flurry and fury as what appeared to be gone forever comes into being once again. Even though it happens this way every year, we stand in awe, our insides trembling sweetly like the legs of a new foal as we too are reborn. 

This is when we fall in love, again, speak without thinking, say yes to things we would normally refuse. It becomes more difficult to say no when the whole world around us appears to be an astounding affirmation of the resilience, richness, and plain, perfect beauty of life. We may find ourselves feeling several years younger and 10 pounds lighter without changing a thing. We may feel the urge to cleanse our bodies with a new pattern of eating, clearing our kitchens of cold-weather comfort foods and filling them instead with lighter fare and fresh fruits and vegetables. We may clear our closets of old clothes or cut our hair to express a new facet of who we are, and who we might become. 

Springtime inspires us to believe that, along with the earth, we too might change, release the past, and give birth to new ideas, new relationships, and new perspectives. In honor of spring, we could make a list of the many possibilities we envision for the future and bury it in the earth, surrendering the fertile seeds of our imaginations to the nurturing soil. In tune with the season, we can then watch in wonder as the last of the snow dissolves into the rich brown earth, and stark winter gives way to green possibility.








































































































Are you putting this off?    


Kris Carr <kris@kriscarr.com>

Sun 4/25/2021 2:32 PM


Hiya Thelma,

How do you take care of yourself when you don’t feel like taking care of yourself? You want to want to do it, but you just can’t seem to take all that wanting and turn it into action.

I’ve been in that place these last few months––blowing off my movement breaks, eating more processed vegan foods because I don’t have the energy to cook, and sippin’ more vino than I’d like to admit.

Grief does that.

But so does the chronic stress from all the changes and trauma our world has experienced in these last few years.

Friends, our global family has been through A LOT.

How are you? Are you holding space for yourself to process all this shizzle?

And are you giving yourself grace if you’ve struggled to care for yourself through it all?

I pray you are, because grace is the way back home to ourselves.

As I gingerly move from being one of my Dad’s caregivers, to a self-care receiver, I’m reminded of how forgiving our bodies can be. Bless them! Offering yourself even a thimble-sized serving of self-love opens a portal for healing and thriving.

But more often than not, we think we have to overhaul the whole damn system to even make a dent.

I’m notorious for this way of thinking. I often have to put on my coaching hat and guide myself back to a middle way. If you’re like me, this all-or-nothing approach has a predictable way of delaying both our well-being and our joy.

Start where you are, my friend.

If you’re in a similar season, just pick one thing and ease your toe in the healing waters. My one thing right now is moving––even when I don’t want to––which is like always. Nothing strenuous. Only stuff that feels good in my rusty, tender, grateful body.

What’s your one thimble-sized thing, sweetheart?

Let’s stop delaying our well-being together.

I love you,

P.S. There’s no better tool to gently help me get back on track than my Results Journal. It even has a weekly wellness tracker to help you keep tabs on your movement, hydration, daily breaks (yes please!) and more. If you could use support, grab a copy here. Let these pages be your buddy as you rekindle your own loving care. Xo!


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Feeling Lost



Feeling Lost


The beauty of being lost is the same thing that makes it scary -- we must look within ourselves to find the way

When we are lost, we typically look at a map to figure out where we are and how to get to our chosen destination. This works well, assuming there is a map of the territory in which we find ourselves and we know our destination. However, this is not always the case. At this time in human history, we are all venturing into uncharted territory, whether we know it or not. And as individuals, we may find ourselves covering ground that our predecessors never even knew existed. When we look to them for guidance, they often come up short. Not knowing exactly where we are, we find ourselves unsure of which way to go, and eventually the uneasy feeling that we are lost presents itself.
The beauty of being lost is the same thing that makes it scary -- it asks us to look within ourselves to find the way. If we have no map, we must go on instinct, relying on our inner compass to show us which way to go. This can be scary because so much seems to be riding on it. We fear we might go too far in the wrong direction or become paralyzed and make no progress at all. Yet, this is the very challenge we need to develop our ability to trust ourselves. We are also learning to trust that the universe will support and guide us. We may believe this intellectually, but it is only through experience that it becomes knowledge of the heart. Learning to be okay with being lost and trusting that we will be guided, we begin our journey.
We can support ourselves by confirming that we don't need to know exactly where we are going in order to take our first steps. We are learning to feel our own way, rather than following an established path, and in doing so we learn to trust ourselves. It is this trust that connects us to the universe and reminds us that no matter how lost we feel as we journey, on the inner level we are already home.









Value Others by Speaking Their Name 

Value Others by Speaking Their Name

He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” Simon Peter replied, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.” And Jesus answered him, “Blessed are you, Simon Bar-Jonah! For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my Father who is in heaven. And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Matthew 16:15-18, ESV


Peter’s confession of Jesus’s identity: “The Christ, the Son of the living God” invited Jesus to affirm how His heavenly Father had revealed this significant truth to Peter’s open heart. Peter’s correct interpretation became Jesus’s teaching opportunity for building His church. Jesus valued Peter’s name to the extent of associating its meaning, “rock”, with the church, validating both Peter and the building of Christ’s church. Jesus validated Peter’s name and challenged Peter's commitment to His church.


A Boss Who Called Me Brother


I once had a boss who for the duration of my five-year employment called me “brother”. In Christian culture this is an accepted manner to greet one another: brother for men and sister for women. But not to be a substitute for someone’s name. Yes we were brothers in Christ, but I needed to be known as Boyd. I agree, a strange southern name normally used as a last name so somewhat harder to remember, but the patronizing use of “brother” certainly bothered me with its overuse. My boss led from a position of seclusion so we seldom saw one another---maybe an occasional all staff meeting or annual retreat. With so many staff (200), and frequent turnover---name recognition required focused attention. Verbalizing a name validates a person's unique creation in Christ.  


A Neighbor Who Called Me Wade


Briefly we lived in a rental house in our new town while waiting to find a more permanent home to purchase. The neighbor across the street called me Wade from day one. I must have reminded him of a Wade from his past or maybe one in his present. I cordially corrected him to no avail, so I eventually just responded to Wade. Not a bad name, just not my name. Because of the brevity of our stay---6 months and the lack of connection with the basics---my name---not surprisingly, we failed to forge a friendship. Pronouncing a name accurately and spelling it correctly communicates you matter, I care and let’s get to know one another.


A Monk Who Called Me Boyd


Refreshingly, I met a monk a few years back who looked into my eyes and called me Boyd. “Boyd, nice to meet you”. “Boyd come on back and let’s visit”. “Boyd, I’m a Michigan State Spartan football fan”. “Boyd, Boyd, Boyd”---a dozen times he genuinely and affectionately addressed me peering into my eyes, with a “yes” face that said yes I want to know you. You are a special child of God, created in His image for good works. You mean something to me because you mean so much to your heavenly Father. He closed our 40 minute time together with this prayer, “Heavenly Father, I pray for my brother Boyd, for You to glorify Yourself through his life and that he would bear much fruit, in Jesus’ name, amen.” Hearing your name in prayer may be the greatest form of validation and love. Remember another’s name and pray for them by name. I only spoke with this monk for 40 minutes, but he marked me with love… for life.


Here Are Some Ideas to Help Remember Names


  1. Don’t say I’m bad with names, it may be true for now, but it is self-defeating.

  2. When you meet a new friend say her name back to her and ask what she is excited about. ‘Pam, nice to meet you. Pam, what are you excited about these days?”

  3. The next time you see her and you are not sure of her name, be real and say, “It’s Pam, right?

  4. Associate a name with something memorable. I met Cecilia at work a couple of years ago. I said “Cecilia you remind me of a 70’s song, “Cecilia you’re breaking my heart”. She said, “No, my friends changed the words and sing to me, ‘Cecilia, you’re blessing my heart!’”

  5. When on a phone conversation for the first time with someone, write down her name as a reminder and capture any interesting facts about her family, work or life.

  6. When around service staff with name tags or names printed on their uniform, look them in the eyes and thank them for a job well done. Yes and give them a nice tip!

  7. With uniquely spelled names ask the person to pronounce his name, so you honor him with the correct pronunciation.


Names matter, because people matter---so look people in their eyes and say their name. In doing so you will say: you’re special, you're important, I care about you, and I want to know you better.


“The man asked him, “What is your name?” “Jacob,” he answered. Then the man said, “Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God and with humans and have overcome” (Genesis 32:27-28).


Prayer: Heavenly Father, thank You for knowing my name and for expecting me to believe in Your name, in Jesus’ name, amen.


Application: What is one way I can better learn a person's name so I can better show I care?











The Lessons I Learned From
My Mom’s Passing

By MaryEllen Tribby

I have spent the last five weeks in pain. Actually it will be five weeks on Tuesday.

You see it was April 9, 2019 at 1:15 p.m. when my mother took her last breath.

My sister and I had spent the last 48 hours of her life by her side anticipating her passing. By that time, she was on palliative care. Some people call it comfort care.

This in itself seemed not only barbaric to me but ironic. She had no food or water, no IV’s with fluids. She did have morphine and anxiety meds, as much as she needed. The staff and my sister insisted these were her wishes.

Knowing that did not help.

Watching someone slowly die is excruciating especially when it is the person who gave you life, especially when the majority of your relationship with that person was dysfunctional.

More Irony

I don’t have regret, but I do have sorrow.

I made my peace with my mother years ago after my oldest was born.

I tried understanding her upbringing. I convinced myself she did her best in raising us, in trying to love us. Yet the closeness never came.

Or never came with my mother and myself.

But a new closeness was born. One that I first experienced on September 7, 1998 – you guessed it, Mikaela’s birthday. This amazing awe grows every day and was only magnified over the years with the arrival of Connor and Delanie.

My kids taught me that being a mom was a gift, a blessing and a privilege. They taught me how to love unconditionally. They taught me how to turn anger into forgiveness.

And I did – I forgave my mom.

This is why I flew to her bedside several weeks before her passing and then again at the end.

I considered it an honor and privilege to have spent those last 48 hours of her life with her. And to have been in the room when she left this earthly world and transitioned to her heavenly home, regardless how much it hurt.


Even More Irony

The next day was arrangement time.

A casket, flowers, prayer cards, photos and the reception restaurant were all picked out, ordered and booked by siblings and myself.

Now came the hard part.

My siblings requested that I speak at my mother’s service. Their reason had nothing to do with my relationship with my mother. Rather their reasoning was simple. I did this (speaking) for a living and I was good at it.

Little did they know what they asked was the hardest thing I could imagine.

I had three days to come up with something. Something I would have to share in front of my siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, my mother’s friends, her grandchildren, her great-grandchildren and a priest.

This was my mom’s send off – these words would be the last official words her loved ones heard about her.

I spent three days in emotional turmoil and physical pain. My heart actually hurt. I had no idea what I was going to say.

Friday night came and left quickly.

It was 5:00 a.m. Saturday morning and I still didn’t know what I was going to say in just a few hours. So, I decided at that very minute, I would say whatever came to my mind.

After all this was my mom, the person I knew the longest in my entire life. I would not worry about the words, I would focus on the feelings, the feelings of all the people she touched in her lifetime.

So when the time came I got up and below is what I said word for word. I had no notes – it’s just what came to me:

On behalf of my sister Jodi, my brothers Pat and Corky, I would like to thank you for attending today - to celebrate our mother’s life.

Our mother did not have the traditional warm and fuzzy upbringing. In spite of that, her and my dad managed to instill decent and honorable values in us.

And as actions speak louder than words, my mother displayed these values throughout her life.

You could spot her kindness by the many animals she took into her home, some of these from the wild.

You could appreciate her compassion by the numerous generous donations she made to different organizations and charities.

You could clearly see the love in her eyes every time she was in a room with one or more of her grandchildren or great great-grandchildren.


And her sassiness came through, even in death, as she asked to be buried in red.

And of course, her sense of humor stayed with her to the end.

Just a few hours before her passing my sister and I were sitting with her and she had been in and out of consciousness for hours, totally nonverbal. My sister gently stroked her hand and said “It’s OK Mom, you can go. If you want to go, just go.”

At that point my mother opened her eyes, looked directly at us and said, “Go where?”

Several minutes later she passed.

So today let’s not say “Farewell”. Instead let’s just toast to her and simply say “Until we meet again”.

Because we know that right now our mother is raising a little hell in heaven.

After the funeral, the cemetery and the reception, I finally had a moment to sit alone and reflect.

And it hit me like a ton of bricks. My mother had taught me kindness, compassion and love.

Yes, it may have been in a roundabout way – but she taught me nonetheless.

And for this I say, “Thanks Mom. I love you.” ❤

































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The Science of Your Skin

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It all has to do with the structure of the skin. When we understand the basic science of the skin, it’s easy to see how to effectively support the skin as we age.

The skin is our largest organ and is made of three layers:
  1. Epidermis
    The epidermis is the outer, top layer of skin that is only four to five cells thick. It contains a keratin protein structure to provide a water resistant barrier. The epidermis is where you find melanin, which determines skin pigmentation.
  2. Dermis
    The middle layer, the dermis, is where a lot of collagen and elastin proteins are found along with hyaluronic acid, providing skin structure, flexibility and plumpness. Age affects the dermis as these structural compounds deplete. The dermis also contains hair follicles, sweat glands, sebaceous (oil-secreting) glands, nerves and blood vessels.
  3. Subcutaneous tissue or hypodermis
    The deepest, innermost layer is composed of fat and connective tissue.
When the layers of skin are well nourished they provide many important functions:
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  • Sense of touch
  • Immunity
  • Vitamin D production

Your skin takes on a lot, including UV radiation, toxin exposures, and other harsh realities of modern life. Over the years, it can show……especially through menopause with declining levels of estrogen. Estrogen helps to increase collagen and hyaluronic acid so skin is thicker, moisturized and looks younger.

Pueraria mirifica is a phytoestrogen-rich herb that has been used topically for more than 700 years by women in southeast Asia to target each layer of skin. Pueraria mirifica is a potent builder of collagen in the dermis, while protecting it from depletion. As the dermis becomes thicker and stronger, the results are seen at the epidermis level as an improved complexion, decreased wrinkles and ultimately rejuvenated, younger-looking skin.

This is why ancient Buddhist monks described Pueraria mirifica as making the skin “smooth like a 6-year-old child.” The Buddhist monks didn’t see the skin with modern science; instead, their traditional knowledge guided them to the power of this herb. And who wouldn’t want to compare their skin to a child’s?

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