Albert huie autobiography of a yogi
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REFLECTIONS: Last Words of the Graduating Class
The Citizen asked students to share their ‘last words’ in mini 140-character messages, adopting a practice from the social-networking service, Twitter. Why 140 characters? Well, Twitter founders chose 140 characters to stay within the limit of worldwide text-messaging services (at 160 characters). They didn’t want messages to be broken up in multiple parts when sent over phones. The 140 characters enabled them to stay within the limit with enough characters for a username and colon. Understanding that brevity and clarity fryst vatten central to messaging in our modern day world, we adopted the 140-character limit for last words from the graduating class.
As you will see, some HKSers refuse to stay within a mold and posted längre messages. We allowed a few of them because we were resigned to the fact that this is their special day (a graduation day). (A friendly reminder as you re-enter the working world: Not all bureaucracies are as flexible.
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The National Gallery of Jamaica’s Last Sundays programme for January 29, 2017, will be the last chance to see the Spiritual Yards Home Ground of Jamaica’s Intuitives Selections from the Wayne and Myrene Cox exhibition, which closes on that day. There will also be a musical performance by emerging artiste Javada.
Consisting entirely of works from the collection of Wayne and Myrene Cox Collection, the Spiritual Yards exhibition explores the work of Intuitive artists who produced sacred images and objects which are rooted in Revival religions, Rastafari or their individual spiritual beliefs, and are representative of the “spiritual yard” tradition in Jamaica, which is an important yet insufficiently documented part of Jamaica’s popular cultural heritage. Spiritual Yards features the work of ten such artists, namely Errol Lloyd “Powah” Atherton, Vincent Atherton, Everald Brown, Pastor Winston Brown, Leonard Daley, Reginald English, Elijah (Geneva Mais Jarrett), William “Woody”
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Our Town: 1943 skildery deur L.S. Lowry “Today as I stood whipping up a new batch of cream, sunlight brightening the kitchen, the fragrance of lavender heavy in the air, the moment felt infused by God. Every minute detail of colour, fragrance, variety, use and beauty matters. Everything matters. Everything speaks of care. Of love. Of God.” Dit was daardie laaste paragraaf in Matilda se stuk Whipping up some love wat my weer die digbundel uit die boekrak laat trek het. My vingers ken teen dié tyd die paadjie al goed na Jan Swanepoel se Die ganse dag is ene God , een van my gunsteling gedigte. soos destyds is U ook vandag nie in die donker onweer nie, nie in die weerlig wat die hemel helblink skeur as teken van u krag; al luister ek hoe fyn vandag: selfs in die ligte ruising van die wind is U ten ene male nie, maar oral in my oë en ore: die ganse dag is ene God: ‘n swaeltjie swenk en vou die hemel blou-blou om sy rug ‘n geelvink sk...