Sharing truly is caring. I want to tell you about the amazing people and resources you have. I have been blessed to have them in my life as students but each is creative, passionate and wonderfully good at what they do. If you want to contact them just email me, Ky**@bo************.com
Those of you with children with autism, behavior or identity issues which have become rampant because of the world health crisis should connect with Valerie Sabbah. She is Rimouski but occasionally comes to Montreal. She is available for in-person and on-line sessions.
Rhonda Mreid is certified Body Being & Heart Practitioner and into teaching people how to de-stress. She is giving house parties where she teaches you and children how to make bath soap and bubble bath for your ultimate relaxation. She will also tell you lots about Reiki. If you would like to sponsor one of her house parties let me know. And Rhonda is a Dog Whisperer. She has had amazing results on rescue dogs from Dubai…digestive issues etc.
If beauty is your thing. Jamie Mangafas is both an esthetician and Body Being & Heart Practitioner. She is so beautiful herself, you can’t go wrong. She also has a new product line.
For the Record
All Body Being & Heart graduates write third party insurance receipts as of course I do under Natroupathy and Massage Therapy. Almost none of us give massage except Esther Srour, who has studied with me nearly 1,000 hours of training. She is in the Montreal area.
And then there is my super amazing sister Alex Piacenza. She has recently published her book Spirit to Spirit Goes: A Pilgrimage from East to West. It all about her spiritual experience of the Eastern and Western spiritual tradition.
Here is Alex’s social justice column on the Ukraine.
Safe from the dogs of war
I had lunch with my best friend the other day at one of our favorite spots, the Hassayampa Inn’s Peacock Room restaurant. As we stepped outdoors after our meal, I took a deep breath of fresh air and looked up to the perfectly blue sky, untouched by even the wisp of a cloud. Before parting ways, my friend Patti and I gave each other a broad smile and a knowing look. Even after all these years, we both still marvel at our good luck to have landed here in beautiful Prescott together.
Unbelievably, families in Ukraine are saying their goodbyes as well, as wives and children hopefully make their way to safety and fathers remain behind to face certain danger in the face of the Russian invasion. Most of the women are well-dressed, the children in the same mittens and warm winter hats that we see on children here. The lives of these families, so much like ours, are irretrievably traumatized.
Blessing or Accident
Whether luck or blessing, karma or accident, all of us in the Prescott area find ourselves in an enclave of relative peace and safety. Perhaps the news and images of war halfway round the world come as more of a shock to the system when your immediate environment harbors no threat more serious than havelinas knocking over your garbage bins. It does seem harder to assimilate the incongruous sights and sounds of cities under military siege as a soft breeze blows through your hair and the birds twitter sweetly around you.
As much as I may sympathize with victims of violence on other continents, the suffering of the Ukrainian people feels closer to home for me. As a teenager, my grandfather emigrated to the United States from Kyiv (pronounced keeve), the capital of Ukraine. You may have known the city’s name as “Kiev”(key–ev), but that spelling and pronunciation is adapted from the Russian rather than the nation’s home language and is not preferred by most Ukrainians.
The husband of one of my sisters is also of Ukrainian extraction and one year she explored the Ukrainian tradition of beautifully decorated eggs called pysanki. These are decorated by applying age-old symbols of spring and new life with melted wax, then dying the egg. Some of the wax is removed and the process is repeated until the egg is covered in colorful, intricate designs. With the advent of Christianity, pysanki became gifts to be exchanged during the Easter holiday, with the declaration “Christ is risen!” and the response “He is risen indeed”.
Safe from the Dogs of War.
In interviews with civilians either attempting to flee, huddling in subway stations turned bomb shelters, or preparing Molotov cocktails to defend their homeland, I hear the same themes repeated: defiance, love of country, faith in God. Faced with similar threats, this is the same unity and courage I’m sure Americans would display in protecting our democracy. Thankfully, despite relentless objections and complaints by various factions in our country, we remain as always, safe from the dogs of war.
The children in the schoolyard of Lincoln Elementary play as carefree as ever as I glide slowly by. I go to my appointment at the hairdresser as usual. At the grocery store and the post office even the inconvenience of wearing a mask is no longer required. It seems like a good moment to turn from divisive complaints to gratitude for all we enjoy on a daily basis. As we look forward to our usual beautiful spring and Easter season, let’s take none of it for granted and hope the beautiful pysanki once again bring the Ukrainian people new life.
Sending Light & Healing, Kyra