The (Un)bearable Lightness of Being


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I put the bracket in the title above, because at this stage I am not sure whether it’s bearable, or not.

It’s not so easy to center yourself, to find and explore your inner self. For me, the hard part is the physical part.

The lovely practice space, evening time. (Photo: Facebook) The lovely practice space, evening time. (Photos from Facebook page)

So it was with some trepidation that I first approached the TrueSelf Centre of Being, a haven of tranquility among tall trees and many birds in uptown Kingston. I was attracted by an invitation to join a special Yin Yoga session for activists, conducted by a gentle Canadian woman with blonde dreads. I consider myself an activist, more or less. It was a long evening, with the whistling and chirruping of crickets and frogs as a soundtrack and the scent of candles and incense wafting across the space. But I hardly noticed the time passing. We did…

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Freedom Is… IAM Magnificent…


This is wonderful

Me, My Magnificent Self

Freedom Is

 Freedom Is…

Living innocently like a child
Living in the unknown
No Fear
Jumping for Joy
Playing ‘Make-Believe’
Creating New
Always Moving On
No Limitations
Only Feeling…

IAMMagnificent

IAM Magnificent…

IAM Beautiful
IAM Passionate
IAM Love
IAM Life
IAM Joy
IAM Conscious
IAM Awake
IAM Observing
IAM YOU…

                                     Barbara Franken… Inspiring New Energy Consciousness…

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Freedom Writer’s Diaries


First, I want to thank all my friends and readers for their kind comments and words of support.  As some of you may know, head injuries hurt a whoooole lot.  It touches me greatly that you thought enough of me to come by and leave a word.  It really cheered my heart and soul.

This will be a smaller blog than usual — the fall left not only my head but my whole body very sore and I cannot yet sit at my desk and type, so I am borrowing my sister and her fingers (she types faster than I do anyway)..

I’ve not been able to take pain medication for this, so last night when the pain was particularly bad, to distract myself, I decided to watch a movie on my iPad.  The movie I chose was called The Freedom Writer’s Diaries.

There is a book and there is the movie.  I was absolutely blown away by this true story of a young woman who became a teacher and changed the lives of her class.  She taught these particular children, in their Freshmen and Sophomore years of high school.  The school had voluntarily decided to desegregate, combining the former upper and upper-middle class white students with poorer students of many diverse ethnicities, many of whom came from neighborhoods where gang violence and domestic violence were the norm, and where many families had at least one family member in prison.  In her class, there was only one white boy.

These kids all had a boredom with learning, a lack of respect for each other and their teachers and, mostly, for themselves.  None of the children trusted the others who were ‘different’.

It’s the story of how she used the Holocaust and the words from The Diary of Anne Frank  to get through to these kids, to teach them that they were more alike than different, and to teach them what a hero is.

It is a wonderful example of putting light and understanding into the world. It is one of the best movies I have seen in a long time, and I highly recommend it.