one day anyone died i guess

20 06 2017

e.e. cummings poem, anyone lived in a pretty how town, is glued onto the door that leads to our living room. i’ve kept it there since we built our house to serve as a reminder of aspects of world, of our humanness, that we are often up against.

i first read the poem at the age of 13 and it broke my heart to imagine all the people–the anonymous, nameless, “Anyones”–who make up our community but live their lives unnoticed. i was uncomfortable with the suggestion that seasons change but our consciousness stays much the same. the possibility that children (once wise) grow up none the wiser. and that the cycle repeats over and over. i didn’t want to live in a banal world filled with carless Someones and Everyones.

but there is more to this poem. while certainly a reflection of much our daily ongoings, it’s beauty lies in the stanzas that follow, in the individual love that No-one has for Any-one; when Anyone dies one day, it is Noone who stoops to kiss his face.

despite the disregard of the town (larger society, the state, the government) Anyone managed to thrive in life through the individual love and compassion shown by another nameless, anonymous member of society, her name: Noone.

days before the Glenfell Fire, Philomena came to me with her eyes filled with tears and said, “I don’t understand why everything is normal again, why life goes on as normal, how people die but after a short while, we aren’t meant to be sad about it anymore… the terrorist-thing that happened in Manchester well it’s as if it didn’t happen since we watched the Manchester LOVE concert. and then Borough Market happened and that now seems to be over too. but in reality it isn’t over, i’m not over it, any of it.”

in the days after the Glenfell Fire, however, Philomena said to me, “at least this isn’t like the terrorism thing or when someone gets cancer, when you can’t help death from happening. at least we can prevent a fire like this from ever happening again.”

let’s hope we can. and in the meantime, i send my blessings out to all the Noones who have opened their hearts and reached out their hands to comfort the Anyones–all those who are striving to make this place a pretty LOVED town.  

in memory of those who have lost their homes:





why is our brain DIVIDED?

22 05 2017
 
The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honours the servant and has forgotten the gift. ~ Albert Einstein
 

Based on his best selling book ’The Master and his Emissary’ this is the question that leading neuroscientist Iain McGilchrist explores in a challenging and controversial new FILM.

What is the value of each hemisphere – how do they work together – and what happens when the relationship between the two becomes unbalanced? What is the correlation between brain function and the problems we currently observe in our modern political and economic systems? How is this imbalance leading to an increase in mental illness and autism?
Matter of Fact Media are seeking a limited amount additional funding to complete the last bits of editing for this documentary. Please visit their KICKSTARTER CAMPAIGN and help make this film possible!
 
Thank you!
Niki
 
Rowan Williams
“The Master and His emissary was one of the most important books I’ve read in the first decade of this century – I can’t easily think of another one that had quite such an impact!”
 
John Cleese
“The most interesting and illuminating book that i’ve ever read!”
 
 
 
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On the possibilities of INFINITE love

19 04 2017

“I have been expressing an infinite devotion to peace loving and the refusal of war and terrorism by infinite human love” – Yayoi Kusama






Breathe, then PUSH

4 02 2017

Valarie Kaur, On the labour of love:  

 





an artist’s duty

21 11 2016




For The Fallen

11 11 2016

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Robert Laurence Binyon, published in The Times newspaper on 21st September 1914.





FOSTERing LOVE in LONDON

26 10 2016

dear friends,

what a beautiful morning it was to walk across the Millenium Bridge alongside such a warm and welcoming group of people, hearts held high and arms open wide to the children of the Calais Jungle. there is quite a lot of love in london indeed.

some have criticised the support being shown towards refugee children given the fact that there are currently 10s of thousands of British children in need of foster care too. but if we open our hearts to some, it means we are quite capable of opening our hearts to others.

who knows, maybe this is just the beginning of a new wave of foster caring across the UK.

over the last 13 months more than 10,000 members of the UK public expressed an interest in being foster carers for unaccompanied asylum seeking children. HOME for GOOD is a charity working in partnership with 12 local authorities around the country assessing and training foster carers to meet this need.

but the first step is to become a registered foster carer through your local council. here you can read about the variety of foster care schemes:

https://www.rbkc.gov.uk/sharedservices/fostering/aboutfostering/fosteringschemes.aspx  or call: 0208-753-1057

thank you love-makers Remi Olajoyegbe & Jimena Paratcha for your inspiration. we feel blessed to have been a part of Love in Action’s first campaign Have a Heart ❤️ #HaveaHeartLondon 

BIG LOVE from Philomena, Luna & Niki

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