- At night, put the voices to sleep.
- When you wake up, open the curtains to see what weather is like.
- Hear your own song in the shower.
- Prepare a good breakfast and focus on what you put into your mouth.
- After a healthy breakfast, turn on your digital communication device.
- What is your theme when texting? Consider changing the genre.
- If Rule #6 is impossible, consider changing the group of friends.
- Why did the chicken cross the road and not the Smart Phone user? If you didn’t get this, they were texting.
- Look someone in the eye - Learn to read body language, not only chat acronyms & text message shorthand.
- Social Media – who do I follow and why? Calculate how many hours you spend in other people’s business.
- When you enter a cinema, please turn off your device. You can read the reviews afterwards and the trailers for the next big movie is actually on screen, you don't need to browse for it.
- It is common decency to keep your private conversations as mentioned. Eco-friendly public transporters have no interest in your side of the story.
- If you simply can’t go without your 24/7 wireless attachment to your device, join a yoga studio or gym.
- Sign up for an outreach in a third world country – see how they cope without technology and still make a decent living.
- Focus on breathing and go hug a tree.
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Saturday, December 29, 2012
Top 15 Rules for 2013
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Freedom
She rhapsodized freedom like the wings
Of a bird
That can take her any place
Then finally found blanket permission, but
Freedom came in a hand full of feathers
Not remotely enough
For even a pillow
Friday, December 14, 2012
Reconstruction after Reconciliation
The past century hosted WW1, the
Great Depression and WW2. European arrivals, economic, religious and political
changes influenced the nature of the Aboriginal groups that inhabited Canada
for the millennium. Many
Aboriginal people acknowledge gains where the children back then received
schooling and education needed in a competitive and changing world.
Churches committed moral and
ethical wrongdoing by removing and abusing Aboriginal children against the villages' wishes.
We cannot undo the past. Losses are known to incite the
grieving process, whether the process is incited by personal, interpersonal, intra-personal
or cultural lapses and omissions.
The initial phase of grieving is
often marked by disbelieve, anger, disgust and agitation. Externalizing traumatic
events by blaming the instigator(s) and focusing on the cause of suffering are
less threatening and provides the organism time to work on strategies of
re-integrating. “We shall prepare the coffee of reconciliation through the
filter of justice. Through reconciliation, streams of tears will come to our
eyes.” Jean-Bertrand Aristide.
During this phase confusing,
conflicting and uncomfortable feelings and thoughts may come to surface. Fragmenting a troublesome environment
into smaller workable pieces reduces the feeling of being overpowered.
Extended situations that are
clearly damaging and draining can prolong the first phases of the mourning as
well as the perplexity of the affair. When losses are inflicted on a community or culture in the
whole, conflict arises where smaller groups or individual strategies might
chose alternative ways to recover. After an earthquake some might feel the need
to excavate, while reigning forces might decide on rebuilding the city on top
of the buried.
Despite of the knowledge that one
can loose everything due to forces of nature, economic meltdowns or warfare,
most descendants will mourn their losses. This is a worldwide phenomenon where
histories of explorers, kingdoms claiming land, warfare and prosecution of
certain groups still happen in this century.
However, one of the most damaging
attitudes in the quest for healing is to hold onto the status of a victim, rightfully
earned and sustained by the past. Staying a victim implies helplessness,
feeling subdued and heavily relying on external resources to come to the rescue.
During the process of mourning
the healthy turning point happens when the organism(s) letting go of all that
is not conductive and taking full responsibility for the self. If
misinterpreted, taking responsibility for the self can cause extreme guilt,
self-blame or acts of self-destruction.
That goes for the church as well as Aboriginal people. Power means the organism’s
ability to recognize own strengths and enhancing the capacity thereof. Healing
includes expansion of consciousness and detachment from the situational and
emotional roller coaster. “We are in the world, but not of the world.”
Whether this is applicable to a
culture, nation, and group or individual, the purpose of the mourning process
is amongst others to establish a new identity.
Participants of the
reconciliation process can uphold each other without imposing their beliefs on
the minority. Empathy is to recognize and validate hurt, thus walking
alongside, without nurturing the victim.
“Amnesty is as good for those who
give it as for those who receive it. It has the admirable quality of bestowing
mercy on both sides.” Victor Hugo.
Pathological grievers get stuck
in the unfortunate circumstances that initially triggered the mourning process.
These organisms build their new identity around the loss and attempt to keep
others hostage by their dwellings. Although they present them of being in need
to be rescued, they dodge transfiguration.
When surroundings inflict
constant somberness and heaviness, the process of healing is violated by
oppression. The path of healing is
painful, but can be embraced. Healing
involves expanded awareness and understanding of unrealistic fears and feelings
of despair.
Organisms can create healthy
I-boundaries by accepting the past and showing willingness to venture fresh
takes in the present. Finding the balance is key to continue the process of reconstruction.
This process reflects the unlimited possibilities to enhance the self in the
remarkable universe in which the organisms find themselves. To be equal in our
acceptance of our conciliatory mission is to know all is from God.
For most grievers the turning
point includes a memory of the traumatic event, dismantled from believes that
keep the past hurts alive.
The acceptance of loss is a part
of life. When groups, couples or individuals consolidate they bring a
different set of values, expectations or agreement to the table. The past
misconceptions, carelessness and/or defective judgments are not the spokesperson
any longer.
Working with the present can also
be a painful event, where symptomatic relieve during loss can include criminal,
violent and destructive behavior, substance abuse, broken relationships,
indebtedness, neurotic patterns that are destructive on all levels of the
organism’s mandatory.
After reconciliation
reconstruction must follow. When the new identity is plagued by self-perpetuating
pathology of joblessness, welfare dependency and crime the
condition calls for furtherance – to change for the better, to improve the
present time.
Vibrant energy cores transparent love. Both the church and
Aboriginal communities have to deal with current issues, instigating a solution to the
problem as an onward and not a backward movement.
Mandela - the PEACE Icon
"I dream of an Africa which is in peace with itself"
Nelson Mandela
We cannot be untouched by the news that Nelson Mandela has been admitted to a private clinic in South Africa where his health is at stake.
Nelson Mandela became the icon for ending the
Apartheids-era and white people that has been laid to rest since, who made
South Africa the black sheep of the world. One could easily be convinced
by the media that South Africa was the only country to enforce this
malpractice. Easily forgotten are the after effects of the Boer War and a
nation being forced to speak and write only English. Children in schools had to
stand in corners with a notice DONKEY pinned to their chests if they dared to
speak their mother tongue.
During the Boer War farms were burnt down and women
and children imprisoned in concentration camps were circumstances were
desperate, leading to low survival rates. It is believed that the Khakis
couldn't win the war until Canadian soldiers joined in.
Since the ending of Apartheid in 1994 farmers and
families has been brutally murdered, schools and hospitals burnt down and riots
left a blood trail amongst all races (Murder Statistics). The Western Cape came under attack as
recently as November 2012 where vineyards and cornfields went up in flames.
Many professionals left the country. They gave up
their pensions, families, heritage and love for the land to ensure a future for
their children in countries where law and order are enforced. Afrikaans became a
distant memory of the mother tongue. Immigration might sound like fun, but
to work in and adapt to a new culture is to be constantly reminded that one
made a heartbreaking choice and have to stick to this.
South Africa is a land of splendour. The scenery,
the people, the traditions and cultures, the climate and abundance of fresh
produce a treasure.
Nelson Mandela had a vision for this - he referred to his people as a RAINBOW nation. His admittance to the private clinic brings home the ideals that he stood for and reminds us of the dream he had and when every South African shared this dream.
Nelson Mandela had a vision for this - he referred to his people as a RAINBOW nation. His admittance to the private clinic brings home the ideals that he stood for and reminds us of the dream he had and when every South African shared this dream.
Apartheid is over.
It is time to live the peace that the world leader
envisioned, ensuring that every single person in the nation sees the rainbow and
reaps the fruit of a land that harbors magnificence.
Not bouquets and wishes, but
taking hands, is how we can all honour to the icon.
"It always seems impossible until it's done" - Nelson Mandela
"It always seems impossible until it's done" - Nelson Mandela
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Away
Rockefeller Center, NYC |
life is notable
in strength is weakness and in weakness strength
balance transpires immeasurable love
in love is grace and in grace is love
benignity brings affection
in affection is embracement and in embracement affection
and all of this
a heartbeat away
Photograph Courtesy of Christine Bergsma
Monday, November 5, 2012
Marriage counselling - Elucidated burnt-out.
May, in her late forties and Burt, in his early fifties sit opposite the seasoned counselor, Susan.
Burt has the floor and May looks
at the patterns on the Persian carpet.
Burt: "May stopped talking to me
about two weeks ago."
Susan: "How long have you been
married?"
Burt: "The better of thirty
years. We’ve been together for longer than we’ve been separate."
Susan: "May, if you want to say something,
feel free to do so."
May isn’t rebellious or resistant, neither numb nor cold.
Burt: "Why don’t you tell Susan
what’s the matter? That is why we made this appointment after all."
Susan: "Can you say ‘I’?"
Burt: "What do you mean? Of
course I can say I."
Susan: "I made the appointment,
because I want May to tell me why she stopped talking to me?"
Burt: "I made the appointment.
Com’ May, you can tell us – or do you want me to leave so that you can speak
freely to Susan? She can tell me afterwards what bothers you so deeply."
Susan: "I can only agree to the
first part. In my counselling I aim to propitiate communication between the
parties involved."
May looks at the patterns that seem to be really interesting from her
point of view.
Burt: "If I’m the problem, I want
to know. I can try to change."
Susan: "I shall ask the question
to both. Do you pay attention when your partner voices a concern or opens
up a conversation?"
Burt: "May gets upset easily, sometimes it is hard to tell what is facts and what is - hum..."
May looks at Susan, then back to the patterns on the carpet.
Susan: "Can any of you give me an
example of a resent conversation between the two of you?"
Burt thinks really hard. He tries to recall any incident.
Burt: "I can’t recall when last
we made proper love to each other. I’m good to May. I do the grocery
shopping, because the store is on my way home and I always buy us some chips, chocolates and cookies on sale."
Susan: "I’m going to ask the
question to the both of you. Is one more health-conscious than the other? Is it
possible for one of you to prefer say, fresh peas and hummus to chocolates and chips?"
May takes a sip of water.
Susan closes the file.
Burt: "I love my fruits. I eat a
banana, an apple and a bunch of grapes every single day."
Susan: "Do you want to book
another appointment for next week?"
May takes her purse.
Burt: "Only if you think the next
time around May might talk to us."
After they leave, Susan
writes in the file: Signs of being elucidated burnt-out.
Prognosis: Gloomy.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Emotional Direction
If after 24 hours the weather hasn't changed,
consider changing the emotional direction.
Photographs courtesy of Christine
How you view yourself ...
If you don't know who you are or what you want, there are a LOT of opinions and people who are ever-so eager to tell you what and how you should be ...
Photographs courtesy of Focused Photography
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
2012, the end of the earth
On September 21st in
the year 2012 what is believed to be the end of earth as we know it, Apple
releases the iPhone 5. With excellent timing, the iPhone 5-fever hits students with
newly acquired student loans and extended lines of credit from generous financial
institutions. An iPhone 5, compared to any textbook is the thinnest, lightest and
fastest way to catch the professor’s drift.
Did the professor in the creative
writing class not quote Matsuo Basho, “Do not follow in the footsteps of the masters?
Seek what they sought.” For
students armed with a 4" Retina display and iSight camera this "seeking" can’t possibly require a PhD.
Footsteps in Cement |
Photograph courtesy of a UWO student.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Travel Peru in style, on any budget!
Peru, a magical place with amazing scenery and wonderful people. But where does one start looking when the travel bug bites?
Unlike the all-inclusive resorts that are plentiful with deals on the internet travelling to Peru is quite a bit different. We wanted to ensure that we work with a reputable company. A couple of tips when searching for a good travel agency include customer service, location when you're on vacation and a good deal.
Llama Yoga |
Our two-person tour started and ended in Lima. Peru Vacation Tours was instrumental in making our trip a memorable one. They specialize in luxury and budget tours. Being an English speaking traveller in a Spanish world, we had no problem communicating and the tour guides provided by Peru Vacation Tours were fluent in English. Every time we reached our new location, a friendly guide would greet us with coupons, maps and tips for the day or two that we stayed. On occasion, we accompanied other tours on day trips. Some of the tours were Spanish-speaking exclusively and our guide came along as a translator so we didn't miss out on anything.
Another great tip when traveling is the balance between modes of transportation. Peru Vacation Tours made sure that we took the train or bus when there were scenery and the plane when we had to get to our destination with speed.
Travel doesn't always go according plan. When we had to change hotels, we were able to call the Peru Vacation Tours and they answered the phone. I was pleasantly surprised when I didn't have to press 1, 2, 5, 8 as options to direct my call. The local representative was able to help us right away and we were able to continue our tour without any interruption. They even called the hotel at night to ensure that we were on schedule and on track with the new itinerary.
Thinking of travelling to Peru? I recommend, without reservation, Peru Vacation Tours!
Photograph courtesy of Intuitive Composition
Late Bloomer
Sam makes a troubling discovery
in his search for a philosophy book.
Was he not notable enough?
Disconcerted he ponders his
finding of three baby albums for the days to come and decides his mother is the only one to blame. Sam has to rely on Skype for this unpleasant dispute with the latter, gets distracted and after ordering a three topping pizza from Dominos online, he feels much
better.
Cute Baby! |
On the hospital's pink card, Betsy is the firstborn and saw
the first light at ten AM, weighing 4.5 kg. One year after Mike's blue welcoming card states his 2.9 kg late afternoon. Sam's birth happened soon after midnight with a healthy average of 3.4 kg the year after.
But apparently Sam's childhood ends there, on a blue hospital card.
In the seventh month of Betsy’s celebrated
life, she spoke her first word: “Ma-ma”.
Sam guesses Mike’s "Da-da" was a fantasy from the writer as the women in the family are chatter boxes and it is hard for any boy to get a word in.
While Sam has the freedom to choose, he decides on his first word as “ice-cream,” when he was only nine months old.
The footprints are not too
troublesome, where Sam picks bright yellow acryl paint, makes a fist and dots
the toes.
Also the teething seems to be a minor
issue where Sam got his all at once and just to be quite clear, later got the
most coins from the tooth fairy.
Sam turns the pages of three
albums to page four. Inside his blank album is a report from the kindergarten
and every other day he received an A. The teacher’s note at the bottom
brings some memories stored for years in his cabinet of imagination. But there it
is in faded black on white: A indicates
absence from school. Sam dwells on the possibility of him being Mamma’s anti-social boy. The fireplace is a good
place for incriminating evidence as such and without giving it a second thought Sam's report goes up in flames.
Compared to his siblings’ crooked
houses and deviated flowerbeds Sam’s first drawing is a masterpiece. The bricks are evenly laid and parked under the tree is he on a three dimensional bike.
Many pizzas later, Sam finally turns to the very last pages of the three albums. He feels somewhat
defeated. Betsy’s picture of her first school day is awesome. She has blond
curly locks tied away with bright blue ribbons and rosy cheeks. Mike has a
front tooth missing, but in the picture he is already the number one financial
planner.
He takes the black marker and inside the frame for My First Day at School Sam writes: You had to be there to witness my awesomeness.
Story adapted from Amanda.
Photography courtesy of Christine Bergsma
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Allergic to nuts?
A group of children see the
Canadian backpacker on his way to the Ollantaytambo train station. He wants to
purchase the ticket that can take him to Machupicchu.
“Good morning,” choir the
children.
“Good afternoon,” says the
Canadian while checking his Rolex.
They agree on the time
difference.
“Good afternoon.”
“How are you?” asks the oldest.
“I’m very well, thank you for
asking.”
The children like to practice their language skills where the common language in Peru is Spanish.
“Where’s the money?”
“Pardon me?”
“The money?”
They hold their hands for Nuevo
Sol.
“You don't work for me, do you?”
The boy offers to carry the
backpack, but the Canadian refuses.
“I have to run for the train,”
says the Canadian.
“The train leaves hour, you much time,” says the child in broken English.
“Hungry,” says the little one.
For this privilege, he came to learn, one has to pay at least ten Soles.
After closing the lens he digs in
the backpack, feels Planters’ snack packs.
“Are any of you allergic to
nuts?”
That must be a Canadian concept. The snack packs contain a
healthy mixture of dried fruit and nuts.
The conversation was worth every
word and the children share the treats with great appreciation.
The Canadian wishes he paid the ten Soles, because there are no snacks for sale on the train and it takes almost an hour and a half to reach Machupicchu...
Photo's courtesy of Intuitive Composition
City of Friendship - Huaraz
Between the majestic western Black Mountains and in the east, the White Mountain Range of Huaraz is the headquarters of the Roman Catholic Bishop. Also called The Switzerland of Peru, skiers and mountaineers from all over the world enjoy the challenge of the highest elevation at 22 205 ft.
It was a Sunday, May 31 1970. The local Catholic Church hosted a mass gathering for all the surrounding congregations. A matinee show with tickets at half price, 300 children attended the visiting circus that day and a bus full of soccer enthusiasts pulled over to watch the final FIFA match
between Italy and Brazil.
At about 15:23 local time, a
magnitude of 8 on the Richter scale earthquake epicentre from the Pacific
Ocean and 45 seconds later, 83 000 square kilometres of buildings and roads crumbled. The quake destabilized the glacier on the north face of Mount
Huascaran and glacial deposits, debris of snow, rocks and ice thundered down at
193 kilometers per hour. This
quake-induced rock and snow avalanche killed an estimated 30 000 inhabitants and
wiped out the entire city of Yungay in the minutes to follow. Almost 70 000
people died on that day. It is believed that the 300 children were lead to a
higher location by a clown from the circus and survived the disaster. A tourist took footage
from where he stood in the cemetery designed by Swiss architect Arnold Ruska, who also died as a result of the landslide. Due to the nature of the film, the Peruvian Government claimed and locked it away.
To stand between the huge rocks
constituting a significant part of the mountain’s crust is, to say the least, somewhat
unnerving.
Towering in front of the city is the tiered Cemetery of Yungay with the almost undamaged original statue of Christ at the top - a grievous tourist attraction. Four original palm trees that once crowned the city’s main plaza, the crushed bus and remnants of the church between huge boulders are a grim reminder of the tragedy.
However, upon the rubble of the
deadliest seismic disaster, townships were erected and with sincere dedication and piety, locals make a decent living alongside the mountains. They reap from
the abundance of life, upholding their faith and offer mineral baths and hiking
trails to visitors. Huaraz is known as the capital of International Friendship and
Huascaran is totally worth the climbing.
Photographs courtesy of Intuitive Composition
Photographs courtesy of Intuitive Composition
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
The first sight of Lima
Lima is the starting point of Peru,
hosting the only international airport. In rush hour a fifteen minute
drive to the hotel becomes fifty minutes. Almost like being in a live video game, traffic is ruled by the honk of
a horn, the unbeatable skill of finding gaps, while missing pedestrians, cyclists
and pets.
Volkswagen Beetles survived the
turn of the century and owners fill up at the gas stations located in the
middle of the road.
Fire-gear hoses are used to water
parks and flower beds because it never rains in Lima, nor is there any sunshine, it feels surreal. The locals enjoy exercising on the
free fitness equipment placed in parks and guarded by security. Grey skies might spit here and
there, but the drops stay about four meters above the pedestrians’ heads. Only
travelers carry umbrellas.
The cleanness of the city is
outstanding and the sidewalks are polished to shine. The outer decor of the
buildings might be in need of a good paint job, however is starkly contrasted by the interiors that are neat and the display of artifacts and clothes a colourful feast for shoppers. At local markets one
can purchase anything under the sun and bargaining adds spice to making great
deals.
Cities in Peru have main squares
with local restaurants, travel agencies, tourist stores and pharmacies . The market is surrounded by locals and tourists, eating ice cream sold by the vendors. Smoking is very costly in Peru, in my travels I have yet to meet a Peruvian that lights up.
On the main square of Lima is the
majestic St Frances Monastery. The
large paintings displaying the earthy life of Christ and, according to the tour guide, was imported from Europe during the 16th century. The local natives didn’t
understand Spanish and therefore the paintings were used to bring the message. In the basement is a huge collection of
skulls & bones, a cemetery for the Priest, the kings and the top layer
pupil from the street.
The altars in gold and silver are spectacular.
The altars in gold and silver are spectacular.
Famous for its indigenous
character, is the Last Supper that has Maria Magdalena next to Jesus and on the
table chili peppers, local fruits and a guinea pig. Guinea pigs are a delicatessen and served on special occasions or to honour guests.
Late afternoon walks on the
manmade pebbled shore, where surfers enjoy the waves between fishermen on small
boats bear a reminder – a Tsunami exit. Very recently the 7.6-magnitude earthquake has
triggered a Tsunami warning from Mexico to Peru. In 1746 the Lima-Callao
earthquake caused almost complete destruction of the capital of Lima.
Despite of earlier destruction and warfare, Lima is a tourist-welcoming city where one can set foot and enjoy the local markets before heading off to climb the majestic tropical mountain, Machu Picchu.
Photographs courtesy of Intuitive Composition
Photographs courtesy of Intuitive Composition
A tree is a tree
An hour before sunset I take the
ten minute walk through the park to the bench opposite my tree. A few days ago
you celebrated another birthday and in a couple of weeks I shall turn older too.
Even when we combine our ages my tree will be almost double the digit without
giving way its age.
My tree stands between other trees
planted a century ago, but have different qualities. When the Eucalyptus
tree rubs leaves, a healing aroma spreads and the sweet red apple tree carpets
the roots underneath.
My tree doesn’t have a name, nor does it have a distinct flavour, my tree has a voice.
My tree doesn’t have a name, nor does it have a distinct flavour, my tree has a voice.
The voice differs from the graffiti
on the bench that carries some slang of youngsters declaring their everlasting love
to one another. In fact, my tree doesn’t speak in words at all. The branches are
always ready to catch the breeze that triggers the friction of the leaves,
spreading an emerald message of peace. Sometimes the leaves carry the song of
the ocean in them, close to where you live. Do you sometimes stand on the rock, listening for my presence? Does the spray of the ocean bring memories of our make-believe
past? Are we still connected?
Today is the last time I’ll walk
the hour before sunset, for the winds are changing, night falls quickly and in a couple of days the park will be closed.
After the season of snow, my emerald
tree will be waiting for us, gracing us with consonance.
A tree is a tree and regardless
the solstice, you will be you and I shall be here.
Photograph courtesy of Christine Bergsma
Photograph courtesy of Christine Bergsma
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