Anastasia Rosen-Jones (formally Marcia E. Rosen), New Horizons Small “Zones Of Peace” Project Executive Director and Founder.
A personal and professional blog exploring the vision behind the New
Horizons ZOP and how it reflects my journey from blindness to recovery.
“I wear a thousand masks – and all of them are me.”
Anastasia, the storyteller, with editor, Marge Hulburt, prepare for a storytelling event at New Horizons Harpers Ferry Retreat Center, July, 2006.
Anastasia Rosen-Jones (formerly Marcia E. Rosen) is a retired psychotherapist with more than thirty-five years in the mental health field. Now a community development and violence prevention coach, consultant and trainer, she is the author of five books in progress, including "The Middle East Crisis In My Backyard" and numerous articles.
Anastasia makes her home in the mountains above Harpers Ferry where she is happily nested with the birds, the trees and the squirrels. She is at her most fulfilled watching the sunset from the deck of her home -- and/or -- sitting around a campfire in the woods telling and listening to stories.
We have become a nation of speakers; intent
on exercising our First Amendment rights, no matter what. But we don’t really
say much that is of meaning commensurate to matching the quantity of words
spewed forth in a given span of time.
Rather the high volume of words, these days, is somewhat
like a volcanic eruption; hot, noisy with more than ample fallout and
consequences and something we would have much preferred left still, if one
stands back and looks at the event.
Much of what people say, these days, passes for news, no
matter how trite.A lot of this might
even be called garbage which we should be wrapping up to throw out in what is
left of actual paper-held words (i.e. newspapers, tabloids, high profile, celebrity-generated,
tell all books and so forth). Small wonder so many are enamored of the internet;
trash is quickly disposed of though it may be forever archived
As for me, personally, I like the sound of quiet, even when
in shared space with others. The wind is one of my favorite sounds of silence,
except when it is dangerously roaring.
Oh, well. Along with all the near empty words, more and more
secrets are revealed these days; many of them dirty secrets that leave one
wondering if you really wanted to know this or not. A body is hard pressed to
hold onto secrets these days. I have a few myself I’ve been contemplating making public. To tell or not to tell is the question.
Just marvel at the magic that cyberspace and freedom of
speech has brought us these days, now on a worldwide scale. It’s all quite intense
But is the quality of our lives truly enhanced?
Does all the information we imbibe truly nourish us any more
than a diet Coke? Better yet; a cookie or a potato chip?
With maturity, one can’t help but wonder.
On my end, I am, without doubt, grateful for the serenity of
New Horizons Harpers Ferry Retreat Center where we are, presently, working
toward opening our doors, once more, to uplifting though still leisurely communal
gatherings, before too long.