Bites of my enlightened week

I’m working on a story about S.E William’s plastic famine and related need-to-knows and whilst sculpting this I thought I’d share some golden moments from a week in June 2012.

1. Hail, the jewel in the heart of the lotus. Om Mani Padme Hum. It is the first mantra to truly aid my focus in my learning path to meditation.

2. Dumbo Feather – Behind extraordinary ideas, there are extraordinary people. Dumbo Feather (based in Australia and started by a ‘kiwi’) is a magazine about these people.

Inspiring stories’ vision is to harness the power of storytelling for a better world. Their mission is to showcase and celebrate young Kiwis making a difference with core programmes: Storytelling & Filmmaking WorkshopsCommunity Film Screening EventsThe Inspiring Stories Film Competition // Theme: Young Kiwis making a difference, Festival for the Future // Te Papa, 17-18 November 2012.

Spiritual Cinema Circle is the home of uplifting stories from independent filmmakers that inspire love and compassion, films that connect us with the world around us. You can become a member and receive films that make a difference.

5. Who’s read ‘The Last Child in the Woods?”
“She was one of those exceptional children who do still spend time outside, in solitude. In her case nature represented beauty – and refuge. “It’s so peaceful out there and the air smells so good. I mean, it’s polluted, but not as much as the city air. For me, it’s completely different there,” she said. “It’s like you’re free when you go out there. It’s your own time. Sometimes I go there when I’m mad – and then, just with the peacefulness, I’m better. I can come back home happy, and my mom doesn’t even know why.”
The she described her special part of the woods.
“I had a place. There was a big waterfall and a creek on one side of it. I’d dug a big hole there, and sometimes I’ d take a tent back there, or a blanket, and just lie down in the hole, and look up at the trees and sky. Sometimes I’d fall asleep back there. I just felt free; it was like my place, and I could do what I wanted, with nobody to stop me. I used to go down there almost every day.”
The young poet’s face flushed. Her voice thickened.
“And then they just cut the woods down. It was like they cut down part of me.”
― Richard LouvLast Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder

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