Since late Saturday night to early Sunday morning was the time Baha’is commemorate the Ascension of Baha’u’llah, Saturday evening’s arts program reflected that theme. A more diverse, engaging, imaginative and professional arts night at a Baha’i event was nowhere to be seen. Each performer was bursting with talent, spirituality and a palpable desire for excellence.
Storytelling — one of the performers
told the audience a story from the life
Naysun the amazing, performing
his phat Chinese dance.
Some sort of peppy african-brazilian dance
that brought down the house and kicked my butt!
Filled with energy and an insanely great rhythm.
Geneviève Cyr offered us some folksy,
soothingly melodious tunes with her
Equality of Men and Women: REMIX!
Counsellor Rebequa Murphy takes the
stage again… this time, to SING!
Rebequa Murphy is one of the radiant souls out there who everyone remembers. Her trademark (according to her, and confirmed by many friends and bystanders) is to teach her audience a song. Back at the Sherbrooke Congress in the summer of 2001, she taught the crowd “Monumé”. This time around she taught us an adapted version of the Nairobi Peace Song – “When every one in the world dreams a sweet dream of freedom, when every one in the world dreams a sweet dream of peace…” After hours, she stayed around with a hardcore gang of youth and answered their questions about pioneering, travel-teaching, and anything else they wanted to touch on.
Late-night discussions with the Counsellor.
While definitely sleepy, the audience
listened with rapt attention.
By the time the late-night discussions were over, many of us were starting to wilt from lack of rest (except, of course, the die-hards in the crowd). We slipped back to our rooms to catch what little sleep we could get before we rose again for the commemoration of the Ascension of Bahá’u’lláh at 3:30 AM, Sunday morning.
I didn’t take many pictures of the commemoration. It was far too moving, far too beautiful for one to take one’s thoughts and focus away from it. I took a few pictures of the set-up afterwards, to give a small glimpse of the atmosphere.
By the time the commemoration had ended, it was 4:00 AM. We returned to the lobby and began to say our good nights.
Pardis and Phil just kept
chatting away until the janitor got tired
and kicked them out.
Sahba, either adjusting Sahar’s earrings
or taking a quarter out of her ear.
Good morning, Mississauga.