Monday, February 27, 2006






I was in Armenia .....

.... working with a group of young humans from Armenia Georgia Russia Bulgaria .......... and at the end of the week they gave me this sorta key ring.
It is always in my bathroom.
I scan it.
Often.


This event changed my life because it was a large trigger to stimulate me to consider moving from Community Leadership to become a full time Group Worker and Trainer.
There was about fifty young humans together for the best part of a week. Because I had not really been briefed well I did not take my big bag of fun-n-games bag.
I had to busk it.

I said to them all the time - 'you are beautiful'.
By the end of the days together they started to believe.
With thirsty eyes - they looked at their friends and told them that they were beautiful.
The climate became one of acceptance.
We touched finger tips in a large circle.
A circle of uniqueness.
We lifted, as a group, each one of us - to the tune of U2's 'one'.
We laughed.
We danced.
We built human towers.
We took risks.
We hugged.
We all placed our finger prints on paper - and then burned it on a wooden cross until it shrivelled to an ugly shape and then dropped to form a pile of dust - in silence.
We wept together as, for the first time, they talked about their family members who died in the Armenian earthquake.
They left their fingerprints on my soul .................. and a key-sorta-ring .........



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