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Eytan Lerner uses movement with attention and neuro plasticity strategies to help kids and adults develop, learn and thrive regardless of initial special need, challenge and condition
By MYRON LOVE
Eytan Lerner uses movement with attention and neuro plasticity strategies to help kids and adults develop, learn and thrive regardless of initial special need, challenge and condition
By MYRON LOVE Several years ago, I read a fascinating book by Dr. Norman Doidge, a Canadian psychiatrist, focusing on what he describes as the brain’s plasticity and detailing non-surgical ways to “rewire” damaged brains to help adults and children overcome disabilities resulting from injury and illness as well as those that some children are born with
In his book, Doidge has dedicated 2 chapters to the Feldenkrais and Anat Baniel Methods..
For the last 5 years, these ideas are being put to work here in Winnipeg in the person of Israeli-born internationally-known therapist and teacher Eytan Lerner. “The brain has an amazing power for transformation and capability for learning, despite any challenges,” says the cofounder (with partners in Boston and Frankfurt, Germany) of the Moving Center , a global virtual and in person center where the cofounders work in various countries together – teaching professionals and parents as well as conducting periodic intensives for kids.
“We feel so privileged to witness this every day in children and adults that we work with. With the right approach this power can be awakened and restored and what seemed impossible to achieve will show itself in so many different ways.”
The therapy, he explains, is based largely on the Feldenkrais Method – a system of experiential processes that aims to improve human functioning by increasing self-awareness through movement and attention. The method was developed by the Late Dr. Moshe Feldenkrais, by turns an early halutznik in pre-Israel Palestine, cartographer, nuclear physicist, judo expert and director of the Israel Defense Force’s Department of Electronics. He was also David Ben Gurion’s personal trainer.
Feldenkrais developed his healing learning method as part of an effort to rehabilitate an injury of his own.
Lerner, who was born and raised in Tel Aviv, was always interested in exploring how people are able to reinvent themselves
On his website, he avers that he “believe lasting changes are possible due to our ever elastic, constantly-changes brains, that adapts itself and to meet our needs”.
It was 33 years ago when the then 27-year-old Lerner, first learned about the Feldenkrais method. He trained and studied the method in Jerusalem
“From my first experience onward,” he recalls. “I knew that I had found what I am looking for. I felt how endless horizons of possibilities suddenly opened up for me. I realized that I can help others feel and change themselves in profound ways.
For most of his career as a therapist and teacher, he worked only with adults – those who were trying to overcome physiological and neurological injury or conditions as well as professional artists and performers, seeking to refine their function and express themselves in more subtle effortless ways. .In 2008, Lerner began to focus his interest mainly on children. He notes that he always planned to offer his expertise to helping children with special needs. To that end, he trained in California with Anat Baniel, a clinical psychologist, former dancer and close associate of Lerner’s original mentor, Feldenkrais
The Baniel and Feldenkrais Method, , is a science-based approach that transforms the lives of children and adults, helping them move and function beyond their limitations and their conditions. The method uses movement with attention in a gentle and subtle ways that take advantage of brain plasticity and the ability to transform and thrive regardless of initial condition and function.
“By accessing the amazing power of the brain to change itself,” he points out, “the method helps people discover how to improve the mind and body dramatically enhancing physical, cognitive, emotional, and creative performance.”
Lerner points out that he works with children on the Autism spectrum, children with CP and various other neurological conditions, genetic disorders, motor or cognitive impairments and delays, kids with ADD, ADHD and more. Over a period of what he call “intensive” therapy, he introduces to the parents and caregivers with the basics of The NeuroDevelopmental Playfulness approach that is his and his 2 colleges incorporated method that sprang out of their many years of working around the globe.
Each lesson is 45 min in which he both work with the child and also invest in educating the parents and caregivers of the ideas that can be implemented at home with their child
“The purpose,” he points out, “is to wake up the brain to a different experience of learning and help them thus get beyond their limits and experience. Each session is dedicated to working with the child while teaching the parents new strategies for carryover and supporting the child’s changes.
“The parents encourage and observe changes in their child’s life and shift the paradigm from fixing the child to meeting them where they are at and connecting with them.”
Over the years, Lerner has been much in demand – having worked with patients, led workshops and trained other practitioners in his methods, in the Middle East, Europe, Africa and North America. He relocated to Winnipeg with his family (he notes that his wife, Yasmin, is a niece of the late Golda Meir) from Israel to further develop his patient base in Canada.
He chose to establish a base in Winnipeg because, he says, our Jewish community’s effort to attract new immigrants made it easier to immigrate here than in other Jewish communities in Canada.
In our community, he notes, he has participated in many musical evenings – he plays the saxophone and sing– with Phil Spevack at the Grant and Wilton coffee house and sent his kids to the Brock-Corydon Hebrew Bilingual program.
“During these past thirty three years,” he observes, “I have been able to help many adults and children to change and improve their lives, and truly thrive regardless of their initial condition, age or initial prognosis In my practice I see newborns, toddlers and children change in front of my eyes.
“It is always a miracle and a wonder to see the results.”
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I Speak “Jew”

By MARK E. PAULL I grew up in Montreal. Born in 1956. Anglo by birth, sure. But that never quite fit. I don’t speak “Anglo” the way they mean it. My real language is Jew.
And I don’t mean Hebrew or Yiddish. I mean the language of reading the room before you enter it. The code-switching, shame-dodging, laugh-first-so-they-don’t-pounce dialect we pick up early. It’s a language built on side-eyes and timing and ten generations of tension.
I speak French—enough to make myself understood. Enough to charm a dinner table, crack a joke, get someone’s uncle to nod. I’m not fluent, but I’m fast. Doesn’t matter. In Quebec, language isn’t grammar—it’s inheritance. It’s who your grandfather cursed out in a hardware store.
To the Francophones, I’ll never be one of them. My accent betrays me before I say a word. I’m just an Anglo. And not even that, really. Because when the lens tightens, when they look closely, I’m just un Juif. Just a Jew.
And to the Anglos? Same thing. I can wear the suit, speak the Queen’s English, order the wine properly—still a Jew. Even in rooms where I “pass,” I don’t belong. I’m not invited in to be myself. I’m invited in to behave. To be safe. To not say the thing that makes the air stiff.
We’re the only people still called by our religion. No one says “Orthodox” for a Greek. No one says “Vatican” for an Italian. No one calls a Black man “Baptist” before they see his face. But “Jew”? That sticks. That’s the label. Before passport. Before language. Before hello.
I’ve mostly made peace with that. But there’s still this ache—knowing you can live your whole life in a place and never really be from there.
Let me tell you a story.
We had this block party once—the folding-table, paper-plate kind. Kids zipping by on scooters. Music low. Everyone asked to bring something from “your culture.”
The Greek guy brought lemon potatoes and lamb—felt like it came with a side of Byzantine history. The Italians brought two lasagnas—meat and veggie—with basil placed like confetti. The Vietnamese couple brought shrimp rolls that vanished before they hit the table. Even the German guy—built like a fridge—brought bratwurst and a six-pack with gothic lettering.
And then us.
My partner made Moroccan fish. Her grandmother’s recipe. Red with tomatoes, garlic, cumin. Studded with olives and preserved lemon. I brought a bottle of white wine. Dry. Crisp. From the Golan Heights. Not Manischewitz. Not even close.
We laid it out. Someone leaned over: “Moroccan? But I thought you were Jewish.”
We smiled. “We are.”
Then: “So… where’s the brisket? Isn’t Jewish wine supposed to be sweet?”
That’s when it hits you. No matter how long you’ve lived here, how many snowstorms you’ve shoveled through, you’re still explaining yourself. Still translating your presence.
Because they don’t know. They don’t know Jews came from everywhere. That “Jewish” isn’t one dish—it’s a whole map. That we had Jews in Morocco before there was even a France. That some of us grew up on kreplach, some on kefta. That some of our mothers sang in Yiddish, others in Arabic, and some in both—depending on who was knocking.
They don’t know. And worse—they don’t ask.
And that’s the part that gets you. Not the slurs. Not the graffiti. Not even the occasional muttered cliché. It’s the blankness. The shrug. The image they already have of you that’s built out of dreidels and sitcoms.
“Jewish” as nostalgic. As novelty. Something they saw once on a bagel.
Sometimes, when those questions come, I float. One version of me walks out. Another turns into a mouse. One turns into a Frisbee. Just gone. Not mad. Just tired.
Because being a Jew isn’t cute. It’s not nostalgic.
It’s ancient.
Before Montreal.
Before France.
Before Poland. Before Spain.
Before pogroms.
Before ghettos.
Before Hitler.
Before even the word Europe.
We were there.
Go back to the 5th century. 2nd century.
Go back to Jesus—our kid, by the way.
Go further—Babylon. Persia.
Keep going—Temple. Exile. Wandering.
And still, after all that, I’m at a table in Quebec explaining why our fish has cumin in it.
It’s almost funny. If it didn’t wear you down a little.
I’m not looking for pity. This isn’t a complaint.
I’m proud. I know what I carry. I walk into any room with five thousand years behind me. I come from people who kept the lights on through every kind of darkness—and laughed through it, too.
But sometimes, I just wish I didn’t have to explain so much.
All I want is to put down my dish…
…and hear someone say:
“That smells amazing. Tell me the story.”
That’s all.
Mark E. Paull, C.A.C. is a Certified ADHD Coach – IPHM, CMA, IIC&M, CPD Certified
Writer | Lived-Experience Advocate | Type 1 Diabetic since 1967
He has been published in:
The New York Times, The Globe and Mail, Folklife Magazine, Times of Israel, CHADD’s Attention Magazine, The Good Men Project
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At 104, Besse Gurevich last original resident of Shaftesbury Park Retirement Residence

By MYRON LOVE At 104, Besse Gurevich is the last of the original residents of Shaftesbury Park Retirement Residence. She may also be the oldest member of our Jewish community.
Although her vision and her hearing have diminished considerably, her mind and memory are still intact. A few weeks back, this writer sat down with her in her suite as she recalled a life filled with highs and lows and her many contributions to her community, both in Winnipeg and Fort William before that.
The daughter of Jack and Rebecca Avit, her life’s journey began in 1921 in a home on Carlton Street near Ellice Avenue, near her father’s furniture store. He later operated a cap factory.
When she was ten, the family – she had two brothers and a sister – moved to Manitoba Avenue in the old North End. “My father had put a deposit down on a house on Scotia,” she recalls. “But my parents didn’t feel that the neighbourhood was Jewish enough.”
Her schooling included Peretz School and, like so many of her generation, St. John’s Tech (as it was known back then.) “I was actually supposed to be going to Isaac Newton for high school,” she says. We were living on the wrong side of the tracks for St. John’s. After one day at Isaac Newton, I found a way to transfer to St. John’s.”
In 1940, 19-year-old Bessie Avit married Jack Gurevich, a young man from Fort William. The wedding was marred though, by the sudden, untimely passing of her father.
Following the wedding, Besse moved with her new husband to Fort William where Jack Gurevich worked in retail clothing sales. “We lived in Fort William for 20 years,” she says. “Our three children (Judy, Richard and Howard) were born there.”
She recalls that there were about 200 Jewish families – including her sister and one of her brothers for some years – in town, during the time she lived there. “We were very well known in the community,” she recalls. “I was involved in everything.”
Her community activism continued after the family’s return to her home town. While Jack went to work as a salesman for Western Glove Works, Besse became an indefatigable community volunteer. At one time or another, she served as vice-president of ORT, Hadassah and National Council of Jewish Women in Winnipeg. She was also a long time B’nai Brith member.
In the business world, the highlight of her career was the building of Linden Woods. “I became involved in real estate development for a time,” she recalls. “I was hired by Genstar to develop Linden Woods. The company estimated that it would take about 20 years to complete. I got it done in two.”
She also taught hair dressing for a while. “I worked with many young Jewish brides,” she says.
Recent years have not been kind to Besse Gurevich. Her beloved husband, Jack, died in 2016 – after almost 65 years of marriage. Older son, Richard, passed away in Vancouver in 2018 and, most recently –six months ago – younger son, Howard, followed. She notes that there were 200 mourners at Howard’s funeral.
(Howard Gurevich was in marketing for many years before turning his talents to the art world. In recent years, he was best known for Gurevich Fine Art in the Exchange District and his support of local artists.)
Besse Gurevich celebrated her 100th birthday – which took place at the height of the Covid shutdown – quietly.
While she used to enjoy reading. she is unable to do so any more. She can still listen to television.
And while she has few family members to visit her any more, she does have a group of friends interesting enough from the local theatre scene. For many years, she was a close friend of the late Doreen Brownstone, one of the leading figures in theatre in Winnipeg for more than half a century. Besse became part of the group that would visit Doreen every week and, since Doreen passed on three years ago, the members of the group have continued to visit Besse on a weekly basis.
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Winnipeg author’s first novel gripping tale of romance, action and intrigue, set in 15th century Spain and Morocco

By MYRON LOVE “The Chronos of Andalucia”, a novel just released by first-time author Merom Toledano, is a historical romance set in late 15th century Spain and Morocco, filled with passion, action, intrigue, unexpected twists and turns – and, of course, with the requirement of any medieval story – a quest.
The easy-to-read, 190 page book follows the adventures of Catalina, a young woman living by her wits on the streets of Granada in the year 1487, (just after the Christian armies of Ferdinand and Isabella had recaptured all of Spain from the Moors) – while trying to evade the agents of the Inquisition, who had murdered her Jewish mother and Christian father 10 years earlier. She was left with an insatiable desire to learn about astronomy, along with a mysterious map and an astrolabe (an instrument formerly used to make astronomical measurements) – the importance of which will only be unveiled if she can get to the city of Tangier in Morocco.
Early on, there is a reference to Abraham Zacuto, a prominent Spanish rabbi famed for his knowledge of astronomy and astrology.
The action begins when she has a casual interaction with a former Spanish soldier, Diego. When the forces of the Inquisition approach, she flees with the soldier – who is also her love interest – and who helps her to escape. They turn for help to a childhood friend of Catalina’s – Roberta, a nun, who helps them on their perilous journey to Tangier – a journey that includes being captured by pirates, surviving a shipwreck, being separated for a long period of time and, of course, finding each other again and realizing the success of their joint quest.
In his writing, the author paints vivid word pictures of the different characters and beautifully invokes the colour, sights, sounds and scents of the time and the places.
What I found truly remarkable about the writing of “The Chronos of Andalucia” is that English is not Merom Toledano’s first language. The Israeli-born author – he grew up near Haifa – came to Winnipeg with his young family just eight years ago.
“I have had this book in mind for several years now,” says the satellite engineer whose working career takes him to many different parts of the world.
He notes that he has always felt a connection to Spain, Spanish music and literature – a reflection of his family’s modern origins in that country. His great-grandparents, he relates, lived in Toledo – hence the family name, Toledano. His parents lived in Meknes in Morocco while his father attended university in Tangier before making aliyah.
Toledano just published “The Chronos of Andalucia” in April on Amazon. He reports that the book – which is available here at McNally Robinson – has been selling well –close to 100 copies – with orders coming from a bookstore chain in England, a bookstore in Denmark, and one in Italy.
“I have had between 30 and 40 positive reviews so far,” he reports.
Toledano adds that he envisages “The Chronos of Andalucia” to be the first in a series – a la the writer Danielle Steele. He is already working on a sequel – which is hinted at the end of “The Chronos” and, he reports, he is establishing his own independent publishing operation.