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Nozumi project – Ishinomaki, Japan

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Heard about a wonderful social enterprise project called the Nozumi project in Japan. Using broken shards of pottery and recycled material found amongst the debris of the 2011 tsunami, a group in Ishinomaki are making unique jewelry to help their community.

“Nozomi, translated ‘hope’ in Japanese, is a social enterprise bringing sustainable income, community, dignity and hope to the women in Ishinomaki, Japan by training women to craft unique jewelry products.  One third of these women are single mothers and grandmothers; most of these women and their family members lost their livelihood when the tsunami crashed through half of their city in 2011.​”

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent

Victor Hugo

The warrior

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A Persian warrior who was marching to battle was carrying a bow but no arrows. On the road he met a friend who asked why he had brought no ammunition. “How will you fight?” asked his friend. “I will use the arrows sent by the enemy,” he replied. “But what if no arrow comes?” “Then” replied the bowman, “there will be no war”.

No two people on earth are alike, and it’s got to be that way in music, or it isn’t music

Billie Holiday

Our beautiful world

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In the context of the last few days news of famine, Euro bail outs and gutter press – its good to remember the amazing planet that we are part of. Take a moment and smile at the diversity.

Here’s a reminder of a blog I wrote in 2009 when the word crisis was banded about a lot –  “In this season where the media is bombarding us with the financial crisis that is crippling the world my question is what is our response? Interestingly like most Mandarin words, the word “crisis” (wēijī) consists of two syllables that are written with two separate characters, wēi and jī. These separate characters mean “danger” and “opportunity”. Maybe this paradox can point us towards a counter cultural view point. Do we choose to worry about the danger that may be lurking around the corner or do we look for opportunities to be generous?”

In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?

Gabrielle Roth