This year I participated in a training Erasmus+ in Ängsbacka called Harmony. Facilitated by Alba Fernández, Baldesca Moner, Melania Forte and Anita Correia it took place in Ängsbacka, Sweden, what used to be my home for some time. As a background and in their own words: “Nowadays we do, act and consume in a way that our environment and our nervous systems can’t handle. We live in a society that devalues and depletes its own and the planet’s resources. We have engaged in behaviors based on disconnection of oneselves, materialism, a sense of separateness and very competitive individualism. These behaviors make us lose our true compass in life causing suffering within and harming the environment we live in. This project aims for a shift towards harmony at a personal, community and global level. We believe a shift in awareness is elementary to transition towards a regenerative and sustainable future at those 3 levels. A shift to bring us back to a sense of interconnectedness with all life, being able to value our inner and outer resources which in turn promotes cooperation, care and respect. Also to bring tools through facilitation dynamics and the arts of embodiment, to identify the resources at our disposal, explain how we connect with them and what ideas or proposals we put forward to create sustainable and regenerative ways.” The first Phase of the project arrived with the Spring. 30 amazing people from different countries of europe meet in an ecovillage, to exchange, develop and acquire healthy foundations and tools for awareness, self sustainability and personal well-being. We learned tools to create healthy, community-based, cooperative, and inclusive working groups and relationships. We acquired resources for increased resilience as youth workers, taking care of oneself in order to take care of others. We practiced and learned new dynamics, tools and resources on how to teach and facilitate through movement, voice and nature connection. And finally we increase environmental awareness and regenerative practices with less informed collectives. Photos from Kertu, have a look in all of them https://kertuffel.pic-time.com/-harmony2580/gallery In the second Phase, in Summer I implemented a designed activity that I called “VOICE THE NATURE”, with the intention to connect people to themself and the forest and to collect information from Nature and voice it. What I wrote in the flyer was “Shinrin Yoku is the experience I want to co-create, a forest bath. I invite you...
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Aqui deixo una pàgina on aniré penjant els video de diferents formacions de les que he format part, desitjo que us agradin!!! … amb A2DTRIO … … amb Maio de Sal … … TRES Rodrigo Balduino, Claudio Nervi i Anna Herrero … … sola solita sola … … amb ArtJust Marina Albero i Anna Herrero … i quan ens entrevisten , BTV en acció http://play.barcelonatv2.webtv.flumotion.com/play/?playerId=9&podId=23463 … amb Tanimbuca … … amb Tambor de saia … … amb gospel els messengers … … amb Landana...
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El Cd ja es aqui, i qui l’ha fet ja te el seu espai, visita la web per a conèixer més !!!
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Amb la mateixa formació farem el mateix concert en dos ambients diferents, vine a veure la gran diferència de so que hi ha !!! – Dijous 25 a les 20:00 a ArtJust busquem mecenes info@artjust.org – Divendres 26 a les 20:45 al fosar del Castell de Montjuïc experimentarem amb nous formats de producció +...
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Aguas de Março – Waters of March Tema composat per Antonio Carlos Jobim i gravat per primera vegada al 1972 Es un tema que desde que vaig descobrir a en Tom, no l’he parat d’interpretar, així que no podia faltar al disc. La novetat va ser que fins llavors el cantava sempre en portugués, de fet, durant la meva estada al Brasil, vaig tenir el plaer de gravar-lo en Portugués, si el vols escoltar Aguas de Março a Sao Paulo. A stick, a stone,
It’s the end of the road, It’s the rest of a stump,
It’s a little alone It’s a sliver of glass,
It is life, it’s the sun, It is night, it is death,
It’s a trap, it’s a gun The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush, A knot in the wood,
The song of a thrush The wood of the wind,
A cliff, a fall, A scratch, a lump,
It is nothing at all It’s the wind blowing free,
It’s the end of the slope, It’s a beam, it’s a void,
It’s a hunch, it’s a hope And the river bank talks
of the waters of March, It’s the promise of life, It’s the joy in your heart The foot, the ground,
The flesh and the bone, The beat of the road,
A slingshot’s stone A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow, A fight, a bet,
The range of a bow The bed of the well,
The end of the line, The dismay in the face,
It’s a loss, it’s a find A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail, A drip, a drop,
The end of the tale A truckload of bricks
in the soft morning light, The shot of a gun
in the dead of the night A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump, It’s a girl, it’s a rhyme,
It’s a cold, it’s the mumps The plan of the house,
The body in bed, And the car that got stuck,
It’s the mud, it’s the mud A float, a drift,
A flight, a wing, A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March, It’s the end of the strain,
It’s the joy in your heart A stick, a stone,
It’s the end of the road It’s the rest of a stump,
It’s a little alone A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe, It’s a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite, A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke...
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