"There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple..." The Dalai Lama Friday, 26 november At this morning's meeting of the new Artist's Association Anguilla is creating, I met a young architect conveying a sense of strength of character and knowledge of his profession- it's almost as if his words describing the importance of trained architects were conveying a higher meaning, able to rock people into consciousness. An educated revolutionary mind for this small country, able to effect change. Matt, the young architect, was talking about rising the degree of awareness of quality on this island. I mentioned it was the toughest part. How do you generate an awareness where there is seemingly no need for it? How do you interest people about something they have no sense of acknowledgment? Matt said he is preparing a coup. I sincerely wish him success with it!
March 6, 2018 While trying to decide on Theme and Contents for a blog I just started: Aminimalistcaribbeanlife.com I came across this one blog, left untouched for 5 years... A lot happened in this time frame; A new home location. 4 grandchildren. One teaching job for one year. I was led to downsize and become a Minimalist; to explain what it is in a blog is a lot more complicated than I thought. How do you explain a process naturally occurring to you? How do you state step by step so-called requirements to reach a simpler way of life? One day I woke up with this realization: what I own owns me because I use material things as a placebo and a proof that I exist as a 'normal' person in a 'real' world. I did try though, between 2010 and 2011 to buy absolutely nothing but food items. I occupied my time walking, swimming, reading free books on my Kindle. Spending hours on Amazon.com, reading previews of free books of every genre. Finding my niche eventually. When
FRENCH TEACHER I loved teaching French through its cuisine, music and movies... I taught 5th graders how to flip their crêpe... 2 students burned their wrists, of course, because they were afraid. I brought baguettes, butter, cheese and saucisson for an impromptu degustation... The best times: We watched old French teaching DVDs from the 80s, following children in their home and their neighbourhood with their friends; and the children were making fun of the clothes and cars. We listened to children French songs on my iPod played on a great JBL speaker... Rehearsals for the French songs all the different classes were to perform for the school recitals at Christmas and the end of the school year have been hilarious moments... Teacher-Parent conferences were real nightmares... I had to mention to the parents the progress and potentials of their offspring in front of the child... hide their shortcomings so they would not get yelled at at home... Noticing the children's shortcomings