forest for the trees

3 04 2017





here’s to my old friends – i miss you everyday

18 11 2016

“You cannot isolate yourself from the crowd – even if you want to.”

– Ivor Novello





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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the bond of love & death

17 12 2015

Below is an excerpt from Alexievich’s Nobel Prize speech from 7th December 2015:

Second voice:

“We lived near the Chernobyl nuclear plant. I was working at a bakery, making pasties. My husband was a fireman. We had just gotten married, and we held hands even when we went to the store. The day the reactor exploded, my husband was on duty at the firе station. They responded to the call in their shirtsleeves, in regular clothes – there was an explosion at the nuclear power station, but they weren’t given any special clothing. That’s just the way we lived … You know … They worked all night putting out the fire, and received doses of radiation incompatible with life. The next morning they were flown straight to Moscow. Severe radiation sickness … you don’t live for more than a few weeks … My husband was strong, an athlete, and he was the last to die. When I got to Moscow, they told me that he was in a special isolation chamber and no one was allowed in. “But I love him,” I begged. “Soldiers are taking care of them. Where do you think you’re going?” “I love him.” They argued with me: “This isn’t the man you love anymore, he’s an object requiring decontamination. You get it?” I kept telling myself the same thing over and over: I love, I love … At night, I would climb up the fire escape to see him … Or I’d ask the night janitors … I paid them money so they’d let me in … I didn’t abandon him, I was with him until the end … A few months after his death, I gave birth to a little girl, but she lived only a few days. She … We were so excited about her, and I killed her … She saved me, she absorbed all the radiation herself. She was so little … teeny-tiny … But I loved them both. Can you really kill with love? Why are love and death so close? They always come together. Who can explain it? At the grave I go down on my knees …”

Third voice:

“I lived in a country where dying was taught to us from childhood. We were taught death. We were told that human beings exist in order to give everything they have, to burn out, to sacrifice themselves. We were taught to love people with weapons. Had I grown up in a different country, I couldn’t have traveled this path.

I have written five books, but I feel that they are all one book. A book about the history of a utopia …”

http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/2015/alexievich-lecture_en.html





i want this kind of love

9 12 2015

 


Michaela Coul

 

http://www.itv.com/hub/the-jonathan-ross-show/2a1166a0105





growing wiser within the whole of LOVE

24 04 2015

The World and The Child

Letting his wisdom be the whole of love,
The father tiptoes out, backwards. A gleam
Falls on the child awake and wearied of,

Then, as the door clicks shut, is snuffed. The glove-
Gray afterglow appalls him. It would seem
That letting wisdom be the whole of love

Were pastime even for the bitter grove
Outside, whose owl’s white hoot of disesteem
Falls on the child awake and wearied of.

He lies awake in pain, he does not move,
He will not scream. Any who heard him scream
Would let their wisdom be the whole of love.

People have filled the room he lies above.
Their talk, mild variation, chilling theme,
Falls on the child. Awake and wearied of

Mere pain, mere wisdom also, he would have
All the world waking from its winter dream,
Letting its wisdom be. The whole of love
Falls on the child awake and wearied of.

James Merrill (1926 – 1995)

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photo by newyorkromantics

https://instagram.com/newyorkromantics/





ONLY together with the help of SMALL VOICES

10 04 2015

 

Small Voices Louder is a platform for children’s voices: the innocent, humorous, insightful, honest, confused and critical. It occurs in two parts, an empowering and thought-provoking experience for children, and an insightful and revealing sound experience for adults.

learn more here: http://maybetogether.com.au/small-voices-louder/

and read artist, Alex Desebrock’s beautiful manifesto here:

http://maybetogether.com.au/manifesto/

if you want to be a part of this project go here:  https://australianculturalfund.org.au/projects/small-voices-louder/