I was asked by someone on tips for someone who is interested in Spoken Word.
Here is my response:
” Indulge yourself in it, Write and perform! But make sure to be honest about it. Find your own voice and be proud of it! People respect the honesty and can tell if something is genuine. I personally write to share my stories. it is my way of turning something ugly into something beautiful, you need to know why you write and learn to love the reasons behind it.”
Everyone has a voice they just need to know WHY they have one.
Tomorrow some of my friends will be flying from Toronto to Zambia. They will be planting themselves in the community, for a month, to serve those around them. This, I imagine, will be an experience of growth and self-discovery and I can’t wait to hear about the stories that they will encounter on their grand adventure. During their preparation to depart I caught myself reflecting on my time at Bathurst, New Brunswick. I went last year with our church and the experience was simply amazing. And even though the two trips are very different in terms of geography and intensity; the root of the experience came from the same tree.
Mission trips are deeply rooted in the message of the Gospel. Living for others. It is a time, especially for those who have closed their hearts in their own community, to go somewhere and open themselves up to a new community. This openness is also the reason for the exponential growth that people experience during trips. At times, especially with the everyday interactions we have in our day to day lives, we close ourselves as some sort of defense mechanism. This is the effect of the fear of being hurt by those around us. By doing so, we start living for ourselves and not for others.
Going on a mission trip is a great way to make an impact somewhere else, but it is also a great reminder of the impact you can make in your own community. To live for others without fear, serving those who are around you, and ultimately giving up your life for others. Sadly, this seems to be easier when you are not in your own community. There seems to be a fear in the back of our minds when it comes to planting the seeds of kindness when we are in it for the long term (but Love will cast away this fear). We need to learn how to open ourselves, even to the smallest act of kindness, in all communities, especially the ones we are currently in.
It is believed that when we do an act of kindness we are planting a seed on someone else. I think of it in a different way, when we demonstrate an act of kindness, through love, we are planting a seed in ourselves. In time those seeds will grow and when people see the fruits of our love, we can only hope that they plant their own seeds as well.
We need to learn to see ourselves as people that requires growth. We are made from the very soil of the Earth and we have the ability to plant the seeds of good and evil in ourselves. You can tenderly plant a seed of kindness or carelessly throw around hate, and in the right circumstances both seeds have the capacity to grow. We are constantly planting in our own backyard.
That is something that I learned from my trip last year. I didn’t realize it then but the purpose of that trip was not only to serve others but also to tend for myself. It was a way for me to plant new seeds to bring back home. And I know that my friends will learn and grow during their time in Zambia. I will keep them in my prayers and would ask people to do so as well. Finally if you want to keep updated on their travels you can check their blog right here: http://tyndaleblogs.ca/zambia/category/updates/
As you may or may not know I am currently in this competition called S-Trip and would like to ask the community for support!
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I had the pleasure of working with Facing History and Ourselves for their STAND UP, SPEAK OUT project.
It was an extensive project that featured four different spoken word artists assigned to a school to do a three day spoken word workshop. I was to go to Woburn Collegiate Institute and teach students on the art of Spoken Word Poetry. I have done a handful of workshops before but this is the first time I had to come in multiple times for a continuing workshop. It was nice to see the students grow in the span of 3 workshops but also to be able to connect with them and build relationships.
A big part of the project is the event STAND UP, SPEAK OUT event which happened on April 24 2013 at the Royal Ontario Museum. The event featured some of the created materials during the program. I was so pleased to see my students not only leave everything on the stage and perform their heart out! The vibe of the event was amazing and the feedback was more than pleasant.
The key moments of the event were:
(1) The students performed at a beautiful stage and killed it!
(2) Engaged by students for 1-on-1 time with me for support and feedback before the performance
(3) The gratitude of the students after the event.
It was definitely something to SMILE about.
Last year my youth group went on a missions trip to Bathurst, New Brunswick. It was an amazing experience and I am excited to head back, once again, this year, to serve the community that we started to be a part of. There were a lot of great things that came out from our time serving this community but this post is not about the trip at all. My reflections on our annual missions trip will be saved at a later date. Today I choose to write on something a bit more… Shoolie-esque.
A part of the trip is our stop at the beautiful Old Quebec. We get to enjoy its old looking buildings that screamed out to Ezio’s climbing skills. While in Old Quebec last year, I met Gelato girl and my encounter with her has been part of the many youth group bonding stories we share on camp fire moods. I do not know her name, in fact, we only met for a brief moment. But a thunderstorm erupted in the room when our eyes met– even my really good friend felt the intensity of this encounter. It was like finding a mermaid in a sea of fishes. We spoke an awkward body language that wanted to burst free. Sadly for me, I kept it all inside. I at least managed to order her favourite flavoured gelato with my smooth small talking skills. The next day, we tried to look for her hoping to get her name and sweep her off her feet. Sadly, our paths were not meant to cross again…
This year, I will be returning with the hopes of reuniting with Gelato girl and If we do, I will confess my love on the idea that I have formed in my mind throughout the year. I am not expecting her to understand, but I will at least be honest to her.
(That was a long intro for a poem… enjoy!)
Dear Gelato Girl,
We met like a crossroad
in Old Quebec
I, a Filipino traveller
and you, A french girl who served gelato
made eye contact for the first time,
It was, as if, gravity did not exist.
I imagined Armstrong felt like this
On first contact with the moon.
You gave me a sweet smile and something cold,
It microwaved the insecurities in my heart,
and that night I slept in a blanket of
Hoping to see the same twinkle found in your eyes.
You started a big big thunderstorm
That I faced,
just for you.
And to be honest,
I still think of you,
Every time I hear the ice cream truck
Come bearing with sweet nothings.
I tried to order a french kiss once
The Ice cream man
Looked at me like I was crazy.
But ever since we met,
Ice cream has never been the same!
It now drips messy
all over me,
A sticky sensation
A reminder of what could’ve been
I am coming back
I am expecting it to feel like home
But if I find this house deserted
please leave a piece of your
Favourite flavoured dessert
on the moon.