Saturday, August 20, 2011

like a child...

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Daily Mantra: Patience. Simplicity. Compassion.

Each passing day, I realize how very little I actually know. Humbled - It is pretty exciting to become aware of the fact that there is still SO  much to be learned in this life. There comes a point when all the knowledge gained from textbooks, trainings, degrees and certifications become secondary. This time around, soul to soul my lessons shall be understood through my heart, soul and spirit. To move beyond analyzing and enter the realm of understanding.~ Wisdom ~

Monday, August 15, 2011

Live, Learn and Love

Why is it so easy to complicate things? There are moments where I feel  as if I get so accustomed to resistance that swimming against the current begins to feel natural. You forget what it feels like to truly let go and allow the harmonic flow of life to accompany and guide  your footsteps.

Heartfelt thanks to my dear friend for the reminder:

You are living a dream right now....how simple is it to accept that for what it is? Don't search for a goal, just live, learn and love.-SMV





Saturday, August 6, 2011

"...to say more with less words"

Thirsty for a change, I jumped at the invitation to attend a poetry book launching Friday night.  I prayed that the launching would be as exciting as it sounded. It was, and then some.


This weekend was one of the most enjoyable ones to date since moving to St Vincent. It started Friday night with attending the launching of the book “ Seen and Heard” an anthology of art and poetry by Vincentian women. Let me repeat that, AN ANTHOLOGY OF ART AND POETRY BY VINCENTIAN WOMEN.  This is pretty groundbreaking for the country. It turns out this event was  the manifestation of an idea birthed in 2009 after a group of creative minds gathered to share their talents with others.  The launching was hosted by the Embassy of Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela in conjunction with the Ministry of National Mobilization, Social Development, Family Affairs, Gender, Youth Sports and Culture and the National Council of Women.
 



I was in awe most of the evening. To be in the presence of so many passionate, talented, progressives souls was a very  uplifting  experience. To see the result of various entities collaborating in efforts to create a living breathing work of art that will impact generations from here on out left my heart on high. I was moved, simply moved.


One of the highlights of the evening was being informed that Simmony Azul Urdaneta, a special guest from the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela was conducting a FREE poetry workshop the following morning. SOLD.


During the book launching ceremony Sister Nel mentioned that she was a “closeted poet” who has “scribbled for years” but recently decided to share her work with others which resulted in one of her pieces being published in the book. I began to wonder what could come of my own scribbles if I put a little more effort into shaping them into pieces of work to share. I also felt it would be a wonderful opportunity to connect with other individuals locally that are a part of the creative community in SVG. The poetry club I started last year could surely use as much support as possible from local artist. So I jumped on the opportunity and attended the workshop!


I entered the workshop with an open mind, no idea what to expect but willing to take whatever I could get from the opportunity. Simmony has such a friendly, calm, soothing way with people. After admitting that she is not 100% comfortable speaking English in formal gatherings, I realized this would be just as much of a learning experience for her  as  it would be for the participants.


The workshop was from 9-3. Catered by the Embassy, I must say the Embassy of the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela surely knows how to treat their guest ( food, food and more food)!! About 8 participants took part in the workshop, perfect size. The day included a series of exercises exploring various topics and writing techniques. Each person shared their work with everyone else at the end of the exercise.  The final activity was to create a collective poem titled Poetry. One person starts with a line and folds the paper to cover what they wrote, the next person adds a new line and it continues until everyone has contributed.  The final product appeared to be the work of one person, the power of the collective conscious in full effect.




After this weekend, I feel a sense of calmness with the worries of not fitting in. Just like moving to any new place, we all have to allow time for things to settle. Finding your niche, your little pocket to immerse yourself into might not jump out at you right away. This weekend reminded me that by following my heart, doing things I enjoy, connecting in an authentic way with those I encounter will continue to lead me right where I need to be. The right time, the right place, creating a space where I am comfortable just being. With patience and compassion for myself and others as I appreciate the simplicity of that which is, I am able to allow this experience to remain boundless , growing beyond any constraints that I or anyone else may attempt to place on it.


Here is the piece the group created Saturday: ( each line is a different person )


Poetry By the group


Poetry is an expression of you inner self
The expressed consciousness awakened from life’s experiences
The emotional expression of thoughts pulled from within the depths of your soul
A road to self realization
It is the inner expression of who I am, human being with feelings of love and passion
My words pave the way, your dreams follow. Open your mind, allow our hearts to dance, hear my voice- we are united as one.
The feminine energy birthed this today: Life, Body Home. Nature in its boundless grace. Love pours from the heart. For this, let us give thanks.
Because WE, all nurture, I
Less, more, speaking? No, writing words over and over
And IT is ALL.










Wednesday, August 3, 2011

ram-ble [ram-buh'l]

 ... intransitive verb. 1. a: to move aimlessly from place to place b: to explore idly . 2: to talk or write in a desultory or long-winded wandering ...

yep , that about sums it up.

Last week I was having a moment of “outsiderness”. I felt that I had to be doing something wrong because after 6 months, I still have days where I feel like even more of an outsider than when I first came. I was in my head all week. Part of Integration is networking. I’ve never been the best at networking; it just feels so forced and calculated from my experience. But integration as a whole, the blending in with a new community is a bit different, that seems more genuine and natural to me- so I thought.


The tricky part of having a set time frame in which you are expected to be integrated into your community is finding the balance of what feels natural to you and what has been “proven” to be successful. Spelled out black & white in books, manuals and handouts- successful integration seems like a pretty attainable goal. It’s a little different once you live it. I find myself questioning habits, patterns, preferences, values, morals- pretty much all that I have known myself to be. (Losing yourself (identity) to find yourself ( core ) right?)


Do I compromise and scale back on being opinionated at work or do I use it as a moment to reveal I actually do have thoughts independent of the previous volunteer? Do I walk home because I like the exercise or do I accept a ride offered to me so that next time I WANT a ride you won’t pass me by? Do I give the Van driver my number after he studies my every curve so I can have another way to get home after 6pm or say no out of protest for being looked at like a 6pc chicken dinner with fries on the side?


Self talk-(Patience. Simplicity. Compassion.)


Also, the monotony of casual small talk is beginning to take a toll on me. Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening. Hi, how are you? You Good? Good Good. Fine, yes? Great. Ok, buh bye. Rain ah come again?, more rain? The monotony of being monotonous is enough to drive one mad. ( Yes, at times I am the crazy lady who walks around talking to herself - well I just mouth thoughts, no sounds come out usually)



RAMBLE: R-A-M-B-L-E, RAM-BUH'L