I was in Armenia..
.... working with a group of young humans
from The YMCA's of
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.
It is always in my bathroom.
I scan it.
Often.
This week changed my life.
It was this experience
that triggered my prayers
my thoughts
my faith
to consider being a
YOUTH WORK GROUP WORKER
TRAINER
FACILITATOR
Can I consider moving from Community Leadership
Can I consider moving from Community Leadership
to become a full time Group
Worker and Trainer?
Can I sacrifice freedom for security?
I did.
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.
So I had to busk it.
I said to them all the time -
So I had to busk it.
I said to them all the time -
'you are beautiful'.
By the end of the days together
By the end of the days together
they started to believe.
With thirsty eyes
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 each other physically, in groups,
The climate became one of acceptance.
We touched finger tips in a large circle.
A circle of uniqueness.
We lifted each other physically, in groups,
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
They left their fingerprints on my soul
..........
........ and a key-sorta-ring
which you can read a little of above .........
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