When life's storms are at their fiercest and challenges seem overwhelming, remember: we are not victims of the storm, but are as powerful as the storm itself — resilient, strong, and ever-growing.
Gurdeep, I am not sure how I found you, but I did, from Miami, Florida where it is 28degrees instead of -28 ! I was born and raised in Quebec so I have not forgotten the cold Canadian winter. Watching this video with all those lovely Canadian kids makes me homesick for my childhood and country I love. In these dark and uncertain times, I look forward to your light filled videos when they drop. Your message and dance, makes me joyous, and ALWAYS puts a smile on my face to start my day. Thank you for your efforts. They make a difference.
I loved your article…so full of hope and wisdom. I totally agree with what you said about physical movement helping us face challenges. That’s exactly how I’ve been dealing with things in my own life too.
And wow, the grade 3 students did such an amazing job in that -28 degree C, so impressive!
Funny thing happened the other day. I was walking in the park, and this little girl came up to me and asked, Can you play with us? I asked what they were playing, and she said, Hide and seek and tag.
Basically, everyone hides except one person who finds them, and once they’re found, they all run and you have to tag them one by one. I ended up playing with kids from grades 2, 3, and 4. While running around, I honestly felt like a little kid again and it gave me so much joy. It reminded me of my own childhood, when I used to run freely all day long. We all had such a good time.
We planned to meet again the next day, but… my body was so sore! (I was there but couldn’t run)
Still, I’m looking forward to playing with them again, at least while the sunny days lasts.
The tempest is my favorite Shakespeare play. I hold as a dream, aspiration, manifestation, a I don't know what, thst image of Prospero standing tall in the storm and controlling the weather. I too have stood in actual storms, and willed it bend. Alas it never has. But the storm you speak of is metaphorical. And in those storms my love of Prospero and his books, his intellect, do not hold me well. I think. And think. And act without understanding the turmoil of my emotions, for surely they must exist. But they seem to exist below a glass barrier. They leave hints for me to intellectually dissect after the moments past. And I can. With a sharp scalpel I can peel back the layers of skin, and fat and sinew to the bone. I can stand back and say "look, there be anger." But I do not feel, knowingly. And the same is true of joy. I can laugh at moments but the joy, if it ever exists, is like a sheet of lightning. It splashes across the moment but has no time to dissipate, it is just gone. There is no flame left thst can be nurtured. No flickers or embers to feed. So I am left dazed and confused when people ask what brings you joy,happiness, what is it that you are driven towards. My imagination has withered, or perhaps, more accurately, it had once been a firm cucumber and has since been pickled over years of abuse. Shrunken, deformed, sour. Not a cucumber at all, anymore. So. Wither joy? Tell me how to discover drive, motive, ambition, hope. Some, in storms, as storms are want to do, simply drown beneath the turmoil and waves...
Am reading your column with my morning coffee. Just what I needed this morning to keep my spirits high and to continue to experience joy in this uncertain world. On April 28 I will be voting for hope, not brokenness and anger. Thank you.
Thanks for your article, Gurdeep! I been through many turbulent storms my whole adult life. I’m now 58 years old. But I haven’t yet reached the point of me becoming the storm, being as powerful as the storm. Sounds like you made it through to the other side of the storm! I’m not that evolved yet. But when you speak of joy in this article and describe it, I can only think of the Holy Spirit. Your joy is my Holy Spirit. A light in the distance through the turbulent storm. Love you! ❤️
Gurdeep, I am not sure how I found you, but I did, from Miami, Florida where it is 28degrees instead of -28 ! I was born and raised in Quebec so I have not forgotten the cold Canadian winter. Watching this video with all those lovely Canadian kids makes me homesick for my childhood and country I love. In these dark and uncertain times, I look forward to your light filled videos when they drop. Your message and dance, makes me joyous, and ALWAYS puts a smile on my face to start my day. Thank you for your efforts. They make a difference.
Thanx Amigo,
One day at a time....❄️🎶
Hey Dear Gurdeep,
I loved your article…so full of hope and wisdom. I totally agree with what you said about physical movement helping us face challenges. That’s exactly how I’ve been dealing with things in my own life too.
And wow, the grade 3 students did such an amazing job in that -28 degree C, so impressive!
Funny thing happened the other day. I was walking in the park, and this little girl came up to me and asked, Can you play with us? I asked what they were playing, and she said, Hide and seek and tag.
Basically, everyone hides except one person who finds them, and once they’re found, they all run and you have to tag them one by one. I ended up playing with kids from grades 2, 3, and 4. While running around, I honestly felt like a little kid again and it gave me so much joy. It reminded me of my own childhood, when I used to run freely all day long. We all had such a good time.
We planned to meet again the next day, but… my body was so sore! (I was there but couldn’t run)
Still, I’m looking forward to playing with them again, at least while the sunny days lasts.
Thanks again for sharing your beautiful words!
You are a Treasure my Friend 🥰
The tempest is my favorite Shakespeare play. I hold as a dream, aspiration, manifestation, a I don't know what, thst image of Prospero standing tall in the storm and controlling the weather. I too have stood in actual storms, and willed it bend. Alas it never has. But the storm you speak of is metaphorical. And in those storms my love of Prospero and his books, his intellect, do not hold me well. I think. And think. And act without understanding the turmoil of my emotions, for surely they must exist. But they seem to exist below a glass barrier. They leave hints for me to intellectually dissect after the moments past. And I can. With a sharp scalpel I can peel back the layers of skin, and fat and sinew to the bone. I can stand back and say "look, there be anger." But I do not feel, knowingly. And the same is true of joy. I can laugh at moments but the joy, if it ever exists, is like a sheet of lightning. It splashes across the moment but has no time to dissipate, it is just gone. There is no flame left thst can be nurtured. No flickers or embers to feed. So I am left dazed and confused when people ask what brings you joy,happiness, what is it that you are driven towards. My imagination has withered, or perhaps, more accurately, it had once been a firm cucumber and has since been pickled over years of abuse. Shrunken, deformed, sour. Not a cucumber at all, anymore. So. Wither joy? Tell me how to discover drive, motive, ambition, hope. Some, in storms, as storms are want to do, simply drown beneath the turmoil and waves...
I hear you and am pretty sure I know where you’re coming from.
I pulled myself from the depths one step at a time.
In the beginning, it was as simple as getting out of bed and brushing my teeth.
But, I have always been an over-achiever, so I’d get dressed as well and then brush my hair.
I allowed myself to feel satisfied with those tiny steps back towards Gurdeep’s joy.
Today, I still take my meds and my to do list is far longer. lol
Reach for the sunshine and I hope one day you will find yourself smiling more.
Thanks for the positive message.. I enjoyed the kids doing the Bhangra dance. How fun!!
Thank you Gurdeep for sharing this beautiful piece and for sharing your joy with others.
I love your writing and dancing , your good vibe energy . It's so important, thank you 🙏
Am reading your column with my morning coffee. Just what I needed this morning to keep my spirits high and to continue to experience joy in this uncertain world. On April 28 I will be voting for hope, not brokenness and anger. Thank you.
As an American I find it more difficult every day to maintain hope. You bring me great joy. Thank you!
❤️
Just a few moments ago I felt like I was sliding into despair and there you were to break my fall. I am so grateful
Thank you Gurdeep. ♥️
Thanks for your article, Gurdeep! I been through many turbulent storms my whole adult life. I’m now 58 years old. But I haven’t yet reached the point of me becoming the storm, being as powerful as the storm. Sounds like you made it through to the other side of the storm! I’m not that evolved yet. But when you speak of joy in this article and describe it, I can only think of the Holy Spirit. Your joy is my Holy Spirit. A light in the distance through the turbulent storm. Love you! ❤️
Beautiful video!
Thank you.