Cape Point Release Dini and Gert Steyn

If there are dreams about a beautiful South Africa, there are also roads that lead to their goal. Two of these roads could be named Goodness and Forgiveness ~ Nelson Mandela 

The past year has seen me overcome many obstacles, as I have welcomed life many transformations and sought new ventures. I have travelled all over in search of contentment and asked to let go of any heartache with those I have crossed paths with- that have caused me pain. 

In my relaying the stories of pebble releases, I have been diligent about Blogging each one and the ripple effect it created. After reviewing my posts, I discovered a pebble placement that had yet to have its tale acknowledged. 

Since the inception of The Heart Pebble Movement, there are those who have participated in several releases, in a variety of extraordinary locations. They have embraced a cause that is now worldwide and continues, sometimes in ripples…other times in waves.

Dini Steyn is my former Instructor for Teaching English as a Second Language, from Okanagan College. I graduated from the program many years ago and she has remained a dear friend. Throughout my many changes and upheavals, this woman of inspiration has continued to grant me life lessons. 

Me and Dini

Last year, her and her husband Gert, travelled to South Africa. Before her departure, I met with Dini to give a unique stone from Shayla’s cherished collection. I anticipated the release of it with much unpredictability of where it would find its new home.

Upon returning to Canada, I was given a lovely photo of the pebble’s release at Cape Point. This is where the southwestern tip of Africa infers the Atlantic and Indian Oceans gather and merge.  It has been stated that the meeting point fluctuates along the southern and southwestern Cape coast, usually occurring between Cape Agulhas and Cape Point. In any case, the union results in spectacular swells and untamed waves that pound relentlessly against the rock platforms. 

As I studied the snapshot, I imagined the fusing of the emerald and azure seas as wisps of clouds danced off the rays of the sun. Seeing the pebble held close in Dini’s hand, I revelled at the breathtaking scenery that engulfed the depiction. 

Dini holding one of Shayla's special pebbles

In another photograph taken as the pebble was let go, I was in awe of the lush greenery, thriving amongst the brackish mist of the ocean. In mere seconds the travelling pebble would soon discover its new settlement…far away from the distant land of Canada. 

the pebble's release to its new 'home'

Seeing as this was a continuous participation of Dini’s involvement in The Heart Pebble Movement- occurring where her own roots had been established- it held for me a deeper level of gratitude for their efforts made. Both my former teacher, along with her husband Gert, took my daughter’s pebble to a place of magnificence; a location pensive in hope and reflective of nature’s grace. 

For each of the releases, the pebble’s journeys have spanned the continents and enriched my life with the stories I have shared, as a grieving mother. 

The following lyrics by Amanda Marshall embodies my sentiments of having someone believe in a movement close to my heart...

Somewhere there's a river, looking for a stream

Somewhere there's a dreamer, looking for a dream

Somewhere there's a drifter, trying to find its way

Somewhere someone's waiting to hear somebody say

I believe in you…

I extend my sincere appreciation to Dini and Gert’s involvement in something which holds significance to me. As I continue to honour the ripple effects of my daughter Shayla on this world, your kindness is something I treasure! 

By TL Alton

Beyond the Books

 Teachers who inspire realize there will always be rocks in the road ahead of us...whether stumbling blocks or stepping stones; it all depends on how we use them.  ~Author Unknown

In 2007, I was accepted into the Teaching English as a Second Language (TESL) program at Okanagan College. The transition back into school was not easy, as I had to apply for funding and make a solid case for my return to educate myself. Now in my thirties, the challenges I faced were enormous. I had to prove my desire to return to school was worthwhile the financial support I would receive. After a lengthy process and many hours dedicated to my goals, I was approved for a grant and started the TESL program in autumn.

Dini Steyn, born in Holland and raised in South Africa, was the facilitator of our group, and the one who coordinated discussions. Her style of lessons focussed on each of us being treated as equals, while our immersion into a variety of cultures, helped us as a teaching tool.

Even as we prepared ourselves for every class, one memory of Dini stands out amongst the rest. We arrived in class and settled into our seats.  Our teacher spoke of the many cultures that are part of our country and the struggles each newcomer to Canada encounters.  To help us better understand what it feels like to come to a foreign land and try to assimilate, Dini informed us that she would be teaching us her own language for the first part of the class. Without further delay, she spoke to all of us in Afrikaans and acted like we were suppose to understand. It did not take long for the sinking feeling of confusion and helplessness to overwhelm me. I looked at my peers and also saw the look of bewilderment on their faces.  

Afterwards, our teacher spoke of a four-part television series with facilitator, participant guide and website she managed entitled, Walk a Mile: The Immigrant Experience in Canada. © 2000. Open Learning Agency. We watched a segment with keen interest. I had always been mindful of other cultures, but naive in how placing an order for food can become a distressing task to those unfamiliar with the complex English language. This one day of instruction has stayed with me and I have used the knowledge I gained from Dini, in many ways; especially since relocating to the coast.

My teacher’s methods of teaching have instilled in me skills that are conveyed in my daily writing. If ever I find myself in need of diversity and wanting to tap into the integration of our society, I fondly recall what I was taught by Dini.

One of the other highlights in TESL was when Dini gave permission for Shayla to attend one of the classes, where I was giving a lesson. Seeing the pride emitted from my daughter, as she watched me teach, was a moment I will cherish always.

It has been five years since my classroom days were filled with idioms, avoidance of the passive voice and the importance of laughter. Yet the communication has remained between Dini and me. We transitioned from teacher-student, to becoming friends. Her support of my aspirations, while always maintaining an encouraging perspective, has seen me through many ordeals.

It was when I suffered the greatest loss of my life that I found my former teacher and now friend, a vast supporter as I grieved for my daughter.  Dini attended both the Celebration of Life for Shayla on December 12, 2011 and the recent Candle Light Memorial at McKinley Park. She embraced The Heart Pebble Movement by placing two special ‘pebbles’ I gave her from Shayla’s collection. The first one was immersed at the Oxbow Campsite- one of Dini’s favourite campsites in Penticton, British Columbia. The surrounding Skaha Lake also holds a connection to Shayla, as we use to live in the area and she would play in the waters.  The other pebble was placed recently in the Caribbean while Dini enjoyed a cruise, along the Atlantic Ocean. Opalite is actually sea opal glass and has a brilliant iridescent hue to it. It is a stone of personal power, known to improve one's sense of self-worth. Along with these empowering qualities, it also engenders the related quality of inner strength. Emotionally, Opalite is useful when undergoing great change, as it assists in making smooth transitions. I have learned long ago not to question the function or travels of these pebbles, as they always seem to find the right person.  My friend has inspired me, comforted me and given of herself while I mourn. In the elements of the Opalite, I see a mirror reflection of Dini’s attributes; a person who is dedicated to instilling one's sense of self and the inner strength she enjoys as a teacher. Now when I look back, it is with gratitude, for the many lessons I learned were beyond the books and stumbling blocks.

By T L. Alton