Flourish yourself and your team | Employability Innovation
How are you feeling?
Today I wish to talk with you about coffee and teamwork. So make yourself a cup and contemplate with me. See the world of work through my eye.
I have had profound insights on how our worldwide working system is performing. It all started with my inner search to figure our my place, my service in the system. Thus taking no one’s place, but my own. It is taking respnsibility both at a subtle level and at a dense level.
One of the many reasons for exhaustion is the strive to do so many things that are out of our genius. Imagine how it would be our world if each individual would discover its native essence of service to others and be in the right environment to give nurture and to receive nurture. Of course this is highly focused on the line of people that are servers, but nonetheless, it applies to all lines.
When we act ourselves out into the world coming from a place of inner guidance ( true authority ) rather than control, from a place of synergy, rather than dominance, we radiante. We energise the within from within and the outside from within.
Making a wholehearted commitment with myself to be self& others honest, it has been shown to me that control and dominance can be extremely subtly expressed through patterns that are right in that are blindspot area on all levels of society.
It has a lot to do with the intention sourced in the mind, intention sourced in the cells, intention sourced in the heart, intention sourced in the emotions, intention sourced in the soul, intention sourced in the other subtle bodies, intention sourced in Source.
This work of human and planetary transformation is extremely passionate for me and I love to see, to guide, to communicate and to explore. And it is astonishing that what we are here, ripples in the whole creation.
It is time for the workmarket to become more flexible and invite other role naming and responsabilities in its structure, and all of this in the spirit of competence.
Competence arises when one does not compromise his genius to feed greed for example.
Just like a single super refined coffee grown in the divine shades of Panama that is able to send with just a sip in the enthusiasm of being alive.
So can I, as a communicator, as a guide, as a connector, as a heart seer and opener. I can support to “put the heart back into the business” ( inspiration from a Gene Keys article ). I can support to illuminate the genius from its many beautiful perspectives.
I am the heart in the space, giving way to other voices to speak their openness and feel into fresh perspective.
Though gentleness and patience, I come into expression and presence as a stabilizing force to support the converge into harmony.
So, do you feel it is time to look at our jobs in a different way and see new roles emerging out into the world?
My role is heart related, heart opening, heart sharing, heart relating, heart centering. And with this gift I can support others to settle in their hearts, see their inner sun and work for the outside from a place of self- fulfillment.
If you wish to talk about my offering, coffee, the natural systems that I work it for self and group revelation, individual and team balance and harmony, feel free to do so.
Coffee is amazing. It touches the mind plane and ritualed in a particular way it can stimulate higher mental potentials.
I have a deep passion to merge worlds in the spirit of a natural communion.
Sustainable Development is the economic development that is conducted without diminution of natural resources. It is the way of development that works to meet the needs of the present without compromising the needs of future generations. In 2015, the United Nations has created 17 sustainable development goals and a vision to accomplish them by 2030. It includes, no poverty, zero hunger, good health and well-being, quality education, gender equality, clean water and sanitization, affordable and clean energy, decent work and economic growth, industry, innovation, and infrastructure, reduce inequalities, and more.
What to do about it?
When it comes to taking a step against it, forwarding hands towards humanitarian nations should be the first step. There is no doubt that there are many organizations or teams who are working for the same, but the hon. Kaushalya Siriwardana or “Kausha” is a brave lady from Sri Lanka who worked tirelessly and aimed to give all her attention to the needs of impoverished children throughout the world. She has a brief yet inspiring way of living with the motive of making sustainable United Nations. It is a leading Global Educational Cultural Center in the USA. If you want to see the world with a better tomorrow, join her and get to know how she encompasses every nation’s cultures, history, and traditions.
Mission of hon. Kaushalya Siriwardana:
Helping Hands Inc. is one of the leading hands humanitarian nations in USA which was founded in 2003 by the hon. Kaushalya Siriwardana. Here, the main objective is to provide a stable, supportive and wholesome environment for orphaned or homeless children which lead us to make it possible as sustainable United Nations. The team also endeavors to give children a loving, safe, family-oriented home environment for those who are facing the dark side of their childhood. It serves them an opportunity to nurture up with sustainable brighter future. It not only supports them with equipped life skills but gives positive emotional tools to create their dreams of a happy, healthy, productive future.
Whether you want to become a volunteer or to help people with Helping Hands Inc Humanitarian All Nations Diplomatic Mission (HHIDM), click here https://www.hhidm.org/ and take a step toward sustainable United Nations.
You can listen to the podcast version of today’s article on Spotify, ITunes, Anchor, Breaker, or Google Podcasts. Click Here to access links. (https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis) Look for the podcast titled National Poetry Month at the Other Pages.
Welcome to National Poetry Month at The Other Pages. My name is Steve Spanoudis and I curate the series each year, with help and contributions from Bob Blair, Kashiana Singh, and (Nelson) Howard Miller. I’m coming to you from Coral Springs, Florida, on the eastern edge of the Everglades.
I have emphasized that poetry, because it has the ability to fix things in memory, to make them understood and memorable and give them emotional weight, is highly effective at saying the important things that need to be said in this world. Along with the things that amuse and entertain, that describe and narrate, that create wonder and introspection, we need poems that say the important things.
Earlier in this series we had poems from Ladan Osman and Maria Nazos that were in that category. Today’s poem by South African Poet Laureate Keorapetse William Kgositsile is very much in this vein, and if you remember nothing else from this year’s articles, I would like you to remember this one.
First, a few comments about the poet. Keorapetse William Kgositsile (1938-2018) was born and grew up in an impoverished South African Township, witness to many of the ills not only of Apartheid, but to the long-lived consequences of European colonialism on the African continent.
He became active in the African National Congress, as journalist and as an outspoken voice, but was urged, for his own safety, to leave the country in 1961. He spent most of his twenty years of exile in the United States, where, after earning his Masters at Columbia, he became a visible presence as a spoken word performer in New York. He taught at multiple universities and published ten collections of poetry and two more books on writing poetry.
Today’s poem, Anguish Longer than Sorrow, is about the accident of birth, or, as he describes it simply, referring to the children of families fleeing violence and starvation:
Empty their young eyes
deprived of a vision of any future
they should have been entitled to
since they did not choose to be born
where and when they were
So yes, if you have not figured it out yet, today’s discussion is about borders. In the U.S., discussions of the southern border have been an incendiary topic, fanned by political interests to polarize the population and garner money through fear. But the topic is global. This problem is everywhere.
Through my work with the Red Cross and its Missing Maps program (https://www.missingmaps.org/), I have spent many hours building maps of refugee areas around the world. When I teach a mapping class to volunteers, or to Red Cross employees or partners, a continued comment I make is that there are more displaced persons in the world right now, than at any time since the second world war. The Rohingya fleeing Myanmar, the Syrians fleeing the non-top devastation of their homeland, people from many African and Middle-eastern regions fleeing to Europe to escape famine and persecution. Palestinians who have lived their entire lives in refugee camps. Venezuelans fleeing food shortages and economic collapse.
Almost forty years ago, National Geographic famously ran a cover image of a shell-shocked teenage girl named Sharbat Gula, (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Afghan_Girl) one of many iconic images that resonate strongly with The words Kgositsile’s poem. The sadness, in part, is that there are so many such images.
Across the African continent in particular, the root of the violence in some areas stems from artificial boundaries drawn originally by colonial European powers, divvying up who gets to plunder and enslave which pieces. Those boundaries fragmented local societies and ethnic groups, creating countries that were, from the start, at odds with themselves. Kgositsile writes:
If destroying all the maps known
would erase all the boundaries
from the face of this earth
I would say let us
make a bonfire
to reclaim and sing
the human person
At the end of the poem, after talking about the horrors and burdens of the victims of displacement, ends with a simple declarative statement, almost a one-line manifesto:
to have a home is not a favour
Meaning, it should be a fundamental right. I am including links here in the text to Lyricline (https://www.lyrikline.org/en/poems/anguish-longer-sorrow-5908) where you can read the full text of the poem, and, more importantly, hear it in his voice, with his diction. I think it’s most impactful that way. It's also available on YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6RXqJwOvMM) but without the text.
As another personal note, much of my own writing, the books and characters of The Republic of Dreams (https://www.facebook.com/therepublicofdreams), are displaced persons, many of them made homeless by the rising of the seas. I live at three meters above sea level, so I’m physically closer to that issue than many of you. And as my mapping activities show me on a regular basis, that is on the horizon as an inevitable issue. Let me end with a nod to Greta Thunberg, the personification of the world’s conscience on that issue.
Once again this is Steve Spanoudis for theotherpages.org.
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So the US and the UK are still selling weapons to the UAE which they're killing Yemen civilians with.
It's a shame that media us too busy talking about nonsense to hold their country accountable.
Nicaraguan American Nora Sandigo helps children who have crossed the border on their own to join families in the U.S.
The Great Mother’s phone is ringing.
It’s after dark and Nora Sandigo has retreated from a tropical storm into her hacienda-style ranch house on the southern outskirts of Miami. The Nicaraguan American businesswoman has spent the day greeting migrant families on her patio, distributing food and toys as clouds loomed.
For years, Sandigo has kept migrant children out of foster care by assuming power of attorney or guardianship over them after their parents have been deported. These days she’s also helping children who have crossed the borderon their own to join families in the U.S.
She picks up the phone.
Immigration lawyer Nicolas Aguado is calling to say one of those families is about to be reunited.
“What is the good news?” Sandigo says in Spanish. “Tomorrow Catalina’s girls arrive?”
Aguado says Catalina Aviles’ daughters — ages 3 and 5 — will be released from a federal migrant shelter where they’ve been held for a month after crossing the border illegally. The Mexican girls are scheduled to fly with a federal escort the next morning to join their mother in Austin, Texas.
“When the parents don’t know what to do, when they’re afraid or the process is difficult, they call me,” Sandigo says as she rushes to book a flight to Austin to coordinate the reunion. “I have to always be ready with a bag packed.”
Sandigo knows what it’s like to be on an uncertain journey. The second-eldest of seven children raised in the rural town of Comalapa, Nicaragua, she was 15 when her parents decided she had to escape the country’s revolution in the 1980s. She eventually pressed north, and now — a mother of two grown daughters with a good life in an adopted land — she sees herself in the children she is helping.
As of Thursday, there were 19,537 migrant children at federal shelters, where they have stayed for an average 37 days. More than 80% of these children have family in the U.S. Some parents have had to wait more than a week to talk to their children by phone, even longer for federal officials to tell them the cities and shelters where their children are being held.
Sandigo — who is known as “La Gran Madre” and has had power of attorney for more than 2,000 children — receives hundreds of phone calls a week from a growing list of migrant families. Her words are swift; she nods her head. Each case, although distinct, has the ring of familiarity she has heard for decades.
Aviles’ daughters traveled with their 18-year-old sister. After they crossed the U.S. border, the small girls were separated from their sister by Border Patrol. Children who arrive with relatives other than their biological parents are routinely placed in federal custody until released to their parents or another sponsor vetted by the government. Aviles’ eldest daughter was sent back to Mexico, her younger sisters to shelters in San Antonio and, later, New York City.
Aviles, 41, a restaurant worker from Michoacan, crossed the border illegally nearly a year ago and now lives outside Austin. In a phone interview this week, she said she didn’t want her daughters to have to make the journey. But in January, her eldest answered a knock at the door and was raped by a stranger. Getting her daughters out of Mexico seemed the only way to protect them, Aviles said.
After the girls arrived at the border, she had trouble locating and claiming them.
“They didn’t give me any hope for when they would be released,” Aviles said of government staff she spoke with. “I said to them, ‘Don’t you understand what it’s like to be a mother?’ They said, ‘You have to wait. We can’t do anything else for you.’ It’s very hard to get information.”
Aviles had read Spanish language news reports about Sandigo and emailed her.
“I’m desperate, please help me. I am going crazy with all this. My daughters call me crying to come get them, that they miss me,” she wrote.
This week, after Aviles was reunited with her two younger daughters, she credited Sandigo’s group: “They were the first people who helped us,” she said.
The list of federal shelters has been growing exponentially in recent weeks, with new ones opening weekly at military bases, convention centers and former oil field camps. A shelter capable of housing thousands of children a few miles from Sandigo’s house in Homestead, Fla., is on standby, having drawn criticism and protests in the past.
Sandigo remembered her own migration when she escaped a war between Sandinista revolutionaries and right-wing Contra forces in Nicaragua. “I felt like any moment they could knock on my door and kill me,” she said. She fled to the capital, Managua, then to Venezuela and finally, with a visa, to Miami in 1988.
“We had to save ourselves,” said Sandigo, whose father died in 1990 of natural causes and whose mother joined her the following year in Florida.
Sandigo founded Nicaraguan and migrant advocacy groups, and married a fellow Nicaraguan from her hometown. She started a small nursing home and a plant business that cultivates banana palms, mangos and guavas — fruit trees she loved as a child. In 1996, she became a U.S. citizen and the lead plaintiff in a class-action lawsuit to get the U.S. to grant legal residency to Nicaraguans.(Congress passed a law admitting them the next year.)
A Peruvian migrant mother who had been living in the U.S. illegally noticed news reports about the lawsuit. She called Sandigo from an immigrant detention center and asked her to take power of attorney for her two children, to prevent them from being placed in foster care once she was deported.
Sandigo agreed. And her phone has kept ringing.
Sandigo said she has helped more than 200,000 migrants so far. She stays in touch with the children she represents, watching as they graduate from high school, college, nursing school and, in one case, Georgetown Law School. She and her foundation have filed a number of lawsuits on behalf of children and their migrant parents, including a 2015 brief with the U.S. Supreme Court in support of Deferred Action for Child Arrivals.
“When the parents don’t know what to do, when they’re afraid or the process is difficult, they call me.”
She has been to the White House a number of times, most recently in 2019 to meet with then-Vice President Mike Pence.
Greeting families last Sunday in a red lace blouse and low heels, her hair long and loose around her shoulders, her makeup intact despite the heat, she fed children hot dogs and introduced parents to Aguado, the lawyer. She listened and occasionally shared her experiences navigating the U.S. immigration system.
Migrant parents fearing deportation under President Trump often turned to Sandigo for help. She has two filing cabinets in her house filled with cases of children whose parents gave her power of attorney or guardianship. At least a hundred were in California. Some of those she’s helping now are from Nicaragua.
“Their situation is more or less my situation when I came to this country,” Sandigo said, referring to children fleeing the regime of Nicaraguan President Daniel Ortega, a former Sandinista, who decades later still controls the country. “I was in real danger. I could be dead at this point, if I didn’t have the opportunity to get out. My father did everything in his power to send me out of the country and protect my life.”
Three years ago, Sandigo joined fellow Nicaraguan exiles in a complaint with the United Nations against the Ortega government, alleging crimes against humanity, including violent oppression of anti-government protests, some by Christian groups (Sandigo is Catholic). Amnesty International and other human rights groups have made similar allegations. The U.S. has imposed sanctions, but Ortega has not relented.
“Nicaragua is being held hostage,” Sandigo said.
Sandigo’s ranch became a refuge for migrant families during the pandemic. Friends installed a mobile home where a Guatemalan single mother is now living with her three children. Volunteers gather at the house to help her deliver groceries to more than a dozen migrants who are homebound after testing positive for the coronavirus. Many can’t get vaccinated against the virus at local clinics, which require state identification Florida won’t issue to migrants who don’t have a government-issued photo ID or proof of residency.
Sandigo compared the flurry of calls seeking her help to Trump’s first year in office, when many migrants were deported under a “zero tolerance” policy.
“We are returning to that time,” she said. “There’s a wrong perception in the community that we have open borders for everyone, that everyone coming will be protected.”
Sitting on Sandigo’s patio Sunday, recently arrived migrant Faustina Hernandez asked if she could apply for asylum to legally stay in the U.S. with her family. Aguado, the immigration lawyer, told them they had a year to apply and explained how to go about it.
Hernandez, 27, left Guatemala in January with her daughters, ages 8 and 10, heading for her husband, who has been a farmworker in south Florida for the last seven years. Hernandez’s mother had been diagnosed with cancer, and she said she wanted to work in the U.S. to support her. She and her daughters crossed the Arizona border in February, were returned to Mexico by Border Patrol, then crossed again last month and made their way to Florida.
“It’s like me in the past,” Sandigo said on why she reunites families. “It’s my mission.”
She serves the family lunch, then sits with them, helping the girls draw birds, including the Guatemalan quetzal, a reminder of Central America, the land they left.