Friday, January 29, 2021

Aged '10' .......................... what a great contribution


Can you hear the trees?
Swaying all around
But I hear an unfamiliar sound
A tree falls down
Distressed innocent animals
Scurry away from their broken home
The damaged tree 
Gets taken away
To make paper for you and me.


Can you see the waves?
Tumbling onto the plastic filled beach
Oh no!
I can sadly see a boat leaking out its rusty oil.
To my horror
The curious fish 
Swim naΓ―vely up to the surface
Gulping the oil
They become breathless.


Can you hear the animals high above the trees?
Can you see the fish swimming in the sea?
Can you touch the trees standing in the ground?
Can you smell the salty sea with fish swimming  around?


Can you feel the world coming to an end?
I can see catastrophic landfills full of bitter litter.
I can hear a chainsaw cutting down a tree.
I can smell the harmful poison that would kill me and you
I can touch all the horrendous plastic floating in the sea


But there are somethings that we can do
To pull the world through
To help us thrive
And the animals stay alive
We can take more care
In our day to day lives
And think about the world and how we will survive.

© Connie Bennett age 10


I beg of you .........

Really back-in-the-day pic

Thursday, January 28, 2021

Remembering the Holocaust.

 Remember the Holocaust. 

Never forget how it came to be: little by little...hateful rhetoric, fear-mongering, visible designations of discrimination, radically inhumane nationalism, white supremacy...all festering until reality reflected rhetoric, until....................... 


SPIRITUALITY as my small brain understands.


Dividing the people with US & THEM

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

My head is like a washing machine often - all sorts slushing around/LIFE IS A QUESTION MARK NOT A TICK


How do you fit?

Blob Tree communication/developmental tools - which are you right now?

 Above is PART of the GIANT POSTER

This giant POSTER is great - lots more Blobs to chose from.

Which Blob Do You Feel Like Today? 

Poster Set of 5

Discuss Feelings and Emotions in every classroom & staff room
SKU: 1815Categories: 


Monday, January 25, 2021

No matter what your behaviour - your feelings - you bring something special to life = UNIQUE ...............


THE HUMAN BODY is an amazing masterpiece. 
With the senses, we see, hear, taste, smell and touch the world, drawing its mystery inside us. 
With the mind, we probe the eternal structures of things. 
With the face, we present ourselves to the world and recognize each other. 
But it is the heart that makes us human. 

The heart is where the beauty of the human spirit comes alive. 

Without the heart, the human would be sinister. 
To be able to feel is the great gift. 
When you feel for someone, you become united with that person in an intimate way; your concern and compassion come alive, drawing some of the other person's world and spirit into yours. 
Feeling is the secret bridge that penetrates solitude and isolation. 
Without the ability to feel, friendship and love could never be born. 
All feeling is born in the heart. 
This makes the human heart the true jewel of the world.

John O’Donohue

My RIDE this past week

Many many group work sessions - the invite

Always starting with dunking donuts into warm chocolate plus a cup of tea. Hostel life. 

Even if I don’t like you .......

Saturday, January 23, 2021

ARMENIA - these experiences changed the course of my life



Write out your reflections / answers - even better if you do it with another person

Share with me if you choose - confidentially

Even if only you sees your 'I WILL' ....... it will be developmental.


Thursday, January 21, 2021

There is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it.

We will rebuild, reconcile and recover, in every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country our people diverse and beautiful will emerge, battered and beautiful, when the day comes we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid, the new dawn blooms as we free it, for there is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it.

Amanda Gorman

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

My YMCA friends share the horrors of war.


The Artsakh (Nagorno Karabakh) war that started in September 2020 and lasted for weeks turned out to be a vivid failure of international law, order, and ideals. Unfortunately, the conflict which claimed thousands of lives and displaced much more remained largely overlooked by international media and community alike.  The young people of YMCA Artsakh, regardless oftheir will, became a direct part of the war.

Tamar Sargsyan is one of those young people of the YMCA-Artsakh that carry very important values, such as kindness, devotion and care.

From the Facebook page of Tamar

After studying in the History Faculty, she chose the direction of art in history and became an Armenian national dance teacher. This is what she was doing also during YMCA-Artsakh’s Camp for Peace. Gathering everyone and showing simple dance steps and movements. 

Everybody loved that, because even people who always thought they could not dance were able to repeat her moves and get motivated. These dances next to the fire on cosy evenings are much more than just activities. They are ice breakers, connectors which bring people together. So, her art therapy was so loved by the participants, that they were asking to do it every evening. 

Tamar Sargsyan in the YMCA-Artsakh’s Camp for peace (the first from the left side)

This is who Tamar is – a connector. She was always saying that children in the regions of Artsakh don’t have to be discriminated against as they didn’t have a dance teacher. They also have a right to learn dancing. Then Tamar decided to go to regions herself and teach these children what is culture and art. 

From the Facebook page of Tamar

When the Artsakh war started in September 2020, she could not just sit idly by. Public activities could not be organized; Many women soon moved from Stepanakert because the city was constantly bombed and was not safe. 

As a result, there was a shortage of women in the city, including the bread bakers. Tamar did not leave Stepanakert, volunteering in different places and eventually started working in a bakery. She toiled for many days to provide the simple civilians with bread. 

“We were doing what was up to us, at that moment we needed it, together with my friends, I thought we should do whatever was required of us in order to support civilians in the bunkers.” 

With those thoughts, Tamar woke up at 6 in the morning, went to the bakery, and came home at one o’clock in the morning. The word fatigue did not exist for her.

One fateful day, Stepanakert was bombed with cluster bombs, and it happened right before her. She was going home with two friends after a long and hard-working day. Tamar is originally from the village of Hovtashen and she lived in a rented flat in Stepanakert – right next to the electricity station that was a constant target for missile attacks. As a result, multiple houses were destroyed from the face of the earth. 

One of those explosions took place right in front of them․․․ That was an awful feeling – fear… When you think that these moments are last in your life… But who wants to die? All of us have so many plans, dreams, we want to live and make them true, and not to die in a war, coming back from work… They couldn’t stay in Stepanakert anymore, her apartment was also damaged, so she found a shelter in Armenia…

Fishing in her village, photo by Lika Zakaryan

The village in which Tamar lived, Hovtashen was handed over to Azerbaijan in November. That means, she is now homeless. Her family started a new life after the first war, built their house, finally improved it during all these years, worked hard to have a normal life, and they succeeded. But now they are obliged to leave․․․ When you grow up in a house, where all your childhood, memories, photo albums are… The place where you started walking, got your first scar, learned to love… All these are taken from you, and that can break people down…

A view from Tamar’s window, Hovtashen. Photo by Lika Zakaryan

This is how war changes lives. From a positive girl, sharing art and love, she became a displaced person without a home… 

But let me finish this story with Tamar’s own words: 

“I am displaced, but not destroyed!” 


Trump leaving with more massive hurt.