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Showing posts with label Stories from the Hill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stories from the Hill. Show all posts

Wednesday, 29 May 2013

Those I Love...

I have so many images...
so many beautiful faces I wanted to share with you
so in honour of those I love
here's one last post
From the Hill

this was outside my window every morning...my gift of Joy

me and the girls 
handsome young man : )
one of our cooks
my Sarah
my family 
my butterfly girl Anna...adore her
these girls melt my heart
Karin...this girl is as tiny as she is smart...so very very bright she is 

open feeding on a Saturday...these days we can feed up to 300 mouths

that one is for you Gail lol
precious treasures....
Elizabeth...one of our University girls

my traveling companions

Tanya, my translator....my gift
my Sarah and her sister
Lina, my girlfriends special child
Elisabeth, me and Sandra; these lovelies work at out centre
I love them
shoe shopping with one of my kids Marcelus
one of our little warrioress'


Mother Mary
keep the children safe...


Love and Light my Lovelies
a Lovely weekend to you!

Monday, 20 May 2013

Mondays Offering...Miracles and Gifts




I have realized that some of the stories
I have shared from my pilgimage to Colombia
have not been the easiest to read
I do not share them to bring dismay
or a heavy heart,
as much as to give a voice
to those who don't have one.


I feel it is time to bring these stories
to a close.
I am missing the use of this space being used
for "daily bread"
not only for you my lovelies
but also for my own heart and soul.

I continue to work on my book
which will hold the treasures of my pilgrimage
to Colombia, and my hope is
 that if you are interested in reading further
that you purchase one of these
when it comes to completion.
 *
Steven and friend
This past week I received some news about him.
News that pierced my heart, but yet
I was not surprised by.
A few weeks back Steven got into a serious altracation
with him mom's boyfriend.
The boyfriend was beating on Gladys, Steven's mother,
and Steven intervened
This turned the boyfriends abuse from Steven's mom
to Steven
and he was severely beaten.
Steven then went out
got a gun
and had it in his mind to kill the boyfriend.
 This story found it's way to our center
where Karin and Vivianna convinced Steven to give up the gun and the plan of murder.
What did come to be was Steven did make himself heard
as he took a group of friends and beat up the boyfriend
who then left the home and 
so far
has not been heard from.

15 years old
just a boy 
and yet
 making these kinds of life choices.

Hope is not lost
That he had a "place of reason" at the center
That he had women who cared and whom he trusted
That he had somewhere to go to take his greif
this is the Hope
this is the Miracle
Without the center there.....
the worst would most likely have happened
and his life
his precious young life
would have been changed forever.

our warrioress and her niece

The gift of the center continues to unfold
as one of our girls 
11 years old
came running down from the mountain top
for sactuary
Someone who had been brought into her home
had tried to be sexually inappropriate with her.
She knew where to go
and she did!
Bless her little warrioress heart!
Miracles
Where would she have gone?
Who would have told her, her rights?
"No one has a right to touch you or behave towards you in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable.
Your body is yours and your alone."

It is as simple as that
knowing God given rights...
these children
and all children who live
in the bowels of poverty
do not
know their rights.
I feel it is up to us
to tell them.
*
(Danielle and me)

When we go down to Medellin
we always attend the church in which this all began.
Church was something I was brought up in
but do not traditionally partake of any longer.
 But after a week of going deep
into the lives and stories of those on the hill
I was happy to gather in this Holy Place.
It was what my stretched and aching spirit needed.
I drenched myself in the music, the singing, the powerful words being shared...
and felt the ever abiding Divine Love that holds us all.
We each spoke
and as always there was a time
for those who gathered, to come and lay hands
on us, blessing us, praying prayers for us, loving on us.
At this time a young girl who had spoke earlier joined us.
her name was Daniella
She was part of an outreach youth group 
and was going into another city to do some innercity work
When she has spoke she has asked for finacial support to make this trip happen.
She has commited to go, but had not yet raised the funds
she was in full trust that it would come together....
she was leaving the next day.
Before we went to church that day I brought some of
the money you had so graciously given.
I was hoping to find a place to put it.
When she spoke
I knew I would give her a donation....
but was not sure how much to give

When we were called up to be prayed for
we all stood in a semi circle
arms around each other
Daniella came up and stood beside me
and with head bowed I said to God
how much?
how much do I give?
A number came clearly
$300
As we sat down I went over to her
and past her the money, which was bundled up
I let her know about all of you
and how this money had come to be.
She was very grateful
We hugged
and that was that....
or so I thought
I sat back down as the service went on
(church services in Colombia go on for hours!!)
After a period of time I felt compelled
to look back at her
and to my surprise she was sobbing
I went over to her and put my arms around her
which only seemed to make her cry all the more.
You see
the amount I/We gave her
was the EXACT amount that she needed....
*

Another thing I was able to do 
with your amazing help
was to put together gift bags for the women
who work day in and day out
at our center

These bags are filled with love and light
appealing to the feminine in each of us.


I was even able to put some money
in each of their new leather wallets purses
because of you
I was able to spoil those ladies!

There is such a joy to giving
such a gift in that gesture
Thank you for assisting me
in making that happen
Truly
I could not have done it with out you.


So I think this concludes my stories from the hill
well...
at least in this space
Thank you for being an important part of this journey
you touched many lives
especially mine
my lovlies
especially mine


Love and Light

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Who are you NOT to?


Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
 ~Marianne Williamson


I facilitated one of my Stillness in Nature retreats
this past weekend 
it was an amazing, beautiful, Spirit filled time....
The quote above was part of the
"Wisdom Bible"
that I put together for the participants.



It was a quote one of the women had not heard before
and it touched her deeply
She has gone ahead in the book and was reading through
the material and had come across it.
When she read it she felt as though 
it had been written for her.  
We discussed this truth of how we make ourselves small, 
and insignificant in a way to
play it safe.
We talked about how being awake, or enlightened 
does not necessarily
make life easier....
in fact often it causes disharmony and  unsettleness.
      
"Make no mistake about it--enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment in the crumbling away of untruth. It is seeing through the facade of pretense. It's the complete eradication of everything we thought to be true."
~ AdyaShanti

This discussion prompted me to share, with the ladies
 the following stor
From The Hillside
that I now share with you....

It is Thursday night...our third night in Colombia,
and we are returning from taking
two of our angels and their husbands out for dinner.
A gesture of our love and appreciation for the work
they are doing and what they are taking care of
at the center.
Karina is 23 and our administrator



I also dubbed her "the Keeper of The Stories"
as she was a huge contributor to my gathered knowledge.
Vivanna is our other angel...31 and a strong mother figure
to the children at our center.



She runs the after school programs and tutoring
 we offer our kids.
Their commitment is awe-inspiring.   
This would be my first night of break down
the first night when the tears flowed beyond my control
the night those words would pierce my own soul ...
"Who are you not to?"  



Through talking with Karina and Vivviana
  earlier that day
I gathered that one of our girls
Jorlee
12 years old
was being sexually molested by her 27 year old brother
she has not even had her first moon yet...
and to make matters closer to home 
her mother works in our kitchen
and was in denial about the situation.

 A universal human condition
denial
I found through the stories I gathered
that no matter where you live
no matter what colour your skin
no matter what social demographic  
you are part of
no matter what social class you live in
human beings react the same
to those things they are not able to face
and 
DENIAL
becomes the tool to dealing.

Once I had heard the story
in all it's versions
I knew there was only one thing to do...
 I would have to talk with the mother.



I took this picture of me
because I wanted to remember this night
The night when my insides turned out
and something changed forever inside me.
You see I sat in my own doubt
I questioned if I had the "right" to confront this mother
and not confront her in a judgmental way
no not that
for she herself is a victim
as abuse like this
in a place like this
is
more often than not
generational
this I knew...

No I did not want to confront thru judgement
 I wanted to wake her up with Love's Truth
and in my room
late that night



I questioned this and doubt sat beside me
my own insecurities came to visit  
and for a few minutes
I questioned myself and my roll....
for this was all
very personal to me
But then in the mist of my confusion 
it came
The Voice
The one the comes from inside of us
but is yet beyond us
She said
"Who are you not to do this Catherine?"

Yes
Who was I not to do this?
And so as the tears streamed down my face
I pulled out a Prayer of Hope
and re-fused myself with Divine Truth
   

Great Spirit Prayer

A Native American Prayer by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind,
Whose breath gives life to all the world.
Hear me; I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty,
and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice
Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
Help me to remain calm and strong
in the face of all that comes towards me.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
Help me seek pure thoughts and act with the intention of helping others.
Help me find compassion without empathy overwhelming me.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy
- Myself (My fears and my doubts).
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame
(translated in 1877)      
That moment of decision changed something 
deep with in me
I did talk with Jorlees mom
It was uncomfortable and alien
when I began
and I had know idea what I was going to say
but I was not alone
and as the words began to flow
the awkwardness dispersed 
and I spoke
my heart to hers
mother to mother
abuse over-comer to abuse survivor  
And all those with me poured love on her
not judgment.



Our hope was to empower her.
To remind her of who she is to her children
that no matter how bleak...
they trust her
they need her
they look to her
to show them the way...
Who was she not to take a stand for her daughters
There is more to this story, but for here
it is enough.


And so I ask you
my lovelies...
who are you not to
follow your heart?
to shine your light?
and to share your love?
Love and Light