November 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
A big thank you to everyone who participated in the 3 hour Introduction to Kingian Nonviolence on Saturday November 26th.
It was inspiring to see how motivated everyone was to address the issues afflicting their communities. I thoroughly enjoyed sharing snippets of the Kingian framework for Nonviolence Conflict Reconciliation in the very brief time we were together.
November 14, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’m excited to see that in addition to the Summer Institute in Kingston, Rhode Island in June, the University of Rhode Island is offering a Level I certification course in Kingian Nonviolence in Nepal in March.
So that’s two opportunities for fellow Canadians to get Level I Certification in the next 6 months!
November 11, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’m very much looking forward to the workshop this weekend. Each workshop so far has really energized me. There are so many fun and interesting people in our community!
Anyone who wants to join us is welcome.
November 8, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’m reading John Lewis’ Walking with the Wind, a personal memoir of the civil rights movement.
The prologue is a simple story, but brilliant. It illustrates in very simple terms the fundamentals of nonviolence.
Here is an excerpt from the prologue http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qa3812/is_199811/ai_n8811736/
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. None of us could. This storm was actually pulling the house toward the sky. With us inside it.
That was when Aunt Seneva told us to clasp hands. Line up and hold hands, she said, and we did as we were told. Then she had us walk as a group toward the corner of the room that was rising. From the kitchen to the front of the house we walked, the wind screaming outside, sheets of rain beating on the tin roof. Then we walked back in the other direction, as another end of the house began to lift.
And so it went, back and forth, fifteen children walking with the wind, holding that trembling house down with the weight of our small bodies.
More than half a century has passed since that day, and it has struck me more than once over those many years that our society is not unlike the children in that house, rocked again and again by the winds of one storm or another, the walls around us seeming at times as if they might fly apart.
It seemed that way in the 1960s, at the height of the civil rights movement, when America itself felt as if it might burst at the seams-so much tension, so many storms. But the people of conscience never left the house. They never ran away They stayed, they came together and they did the best they could, clasping hands and moving toward the corner of the house that was the weakest.
And then another corner would lift, and we would go there.
And eventually, inevitably, the storm would settle, and the house would still stand.
But we knew another storm would come, and we would have to do it all over again.
And we did.
And we still do, all of us. You and I.
Children holding hands, walking with the wind. That’s America to me-not just the movement for civil rights but the endless struggle to respond with decency, dignity and a sense of brotherhood to all the challenges that face us as a nation, as a whole.