domingo, 29 de mayo de 2011

31 with my chin up





31. I got some years on me but am proud of them. One thing I have been thinking about is that you can’t change the number of years that you have.  You can lie but that even proves difficult because with age comes forgetfulness. You can only change your circumstances and do things to make you feel happy and secure with the number that you are so blessed to have. I am truly blessed to be here, now. I may have acquired some wrinkles and worry at times that I should have accomplished certain things, or remember that I thought by 30, I would be …………it is irrelevant and living in the past or worrying about the, “I should haves”, prevents us from fully embracing what is to come. As a good friend said, “Soon, my smile will give me wrinkles in all the right places” That is my hope as I continue manifesting happiness and doing things that truly make me smile.

Yesterday, I hopped on a bus that took me passing by the Guatemalan Highlands that I now call home. It made me a bit sad to think of leaving and having only memories to take me past their beauty and that the magical bus rides will have to be summoned from my mind. I am sure that when I am old and grey (or in a few months), I will close my eyes and be looking out the window at freshly planted corn fields covering the highlands and gripping fiercely to the handles on the bus as it races up and down the mountains. The roar of the engine and the blasting of music as the bus squeaks to a stop to pick up the traditionally dressed women with babies slung on their backs will always be with me. It will make me smile and for that I will be thankful.

Of course, life is not without its challenges and confusion. I was so optimistic that the 3-hour bus ride would land me in the right place to easily make a big difference in one person’s life.  I met my Habitat co-worker, Jose, and we took a bus an hour away for a meeting with the local community committee. I have been working on trying to help, Edvin, (a man I met on a Habitat house visit) get water run to his house. Last May, a landslide in Tropical Storm Agatha took his home away. All the research I did, with the help of local friends, told me that it was easily obtainable. I asked for donations from family and friends to help this poor farmer and within days, I had the money. I was overflowing with an appreciation for the genuine desire that people have to help those they don’t even know. It made me feel so optimistic and just blissful. It is hard to put into the words the emotions I felt but if you could have seen my grin, there would be no need for words. I am proud to know such caring folks.

I am sure that eventually the water will flow, but, as with all things in Guatemala, the process is slow and patience must be summoned. I sat in this meeting with Jose, and the 10 local men from the committee and listened to what needed to happen to get the water run. It made me think about how much is going on in all the little pockets in the world and how complicated things can get. Yes, there is an electric pump and well next to Edvin’s house, but as of yet, the project to make it fully functioning is still in process. With time, it will happen and yes we can pay the water rights but the water will not be immediate. Right now, the water is coming from the mountains but the amount is not sufficient for the needs of the community. The projects need to be combined (pump and mountain) and that takes money. The community would like Edvin to be involved in the project, if he has water rights, so we have to see if that is of interest to him.

There is also the thought of just putting a private well and pump on the land of Edvin but the community might frown upon that. I am frustrated that something seemingly so easy is so difficult. I am waiting to see the next step and it may be that we pay the water rights and Edvin joins the project but the water will take time. And what do I tell all the people that made donations? All I can say is thank you for your kindness and I hope you understand that life is not as simple as turning on the faucet sometime. I wish I could send pictures of the water flowing but for now, know that your donations will be used to help when the time comes.

The committee listened to our desires to help and was kind and upfront about the realities. Jose also told them of a new stove project that Habitat is doing to see if their community might be interested. It would provide stoves to families that are still cooking directly on fire without any ventilation. With the new stoves, they use around half as much wood (less work and less deforestation) and respiratory problems are greatly reduced (the leading cause of death here).

They were interested but also made it known what they really need. They need food. With the storms of Agatha last year, they were one of the worst hit areas. With all the landslides, they not only lost their crops and stored food, their farmlands were covered with huge rocks and the nutrients were washed away. They are interested in stoves but who really needs a stove when you don’t have a lot to cook. The government is not helping (the norm here) and the community of around 500 families has food shortages. Overwhelming.

As I rode away in the back of a pickup truck to start the 4 hours back home, I was so confused. I came to help one man but left with a tremendous pain in my heart for all those suffering in the small pockets of the world. I fully understand why God is so big here and why everyone is always thanking God. There is no other hope for most of these people but a thing called God. This place called Guatemala is tough and often brutal but with each day that passes, I see the glow of optimism radiating in the most random of places. You have to keep your chin up so you can see it and not miss out by sadly looking down. We can’t let hopelessness settle in because then, we would have the worst problem of all. Amazing things are happening here, through the hard work and dedication of so many individuals, and I must always believe that change is possible.



7 Cruces




























I have found such peace in the mountains of Guatemala and my time spent wandering through their forests has been able to provide me with the serenity and clarity that the ocean usually provides. On my last overnight, I was in the company of good friends and we found ourselves sleeping on top of the crater of Volcan Zunil. It took us seven hours to arrive but the pace was chill and we stopped often to chat, decorate a cross, make coffee, have lunch above an old Mayan ceremonial cave, and enjoy the slowed pace not found in the city.
Decorating a cross
to celebrate
Dia de los Cruces




I saw fire flies that night and I think I was as excited as I was the first I saw them. At first, I had no idea what they were because it was so out of context and they didn’t really fly around (maybe because of the cold). It reminded me of Tennessee and summer nights as a child and also that I will be spending time with my niece and nephew in that special place this summer, hopefully catching fireflies. It was just so incredible to see them atop a volcano, so far from where I first was introduced.  

The morning sunrise was spectacular and the views in all directions were clear. We could see the peaks of another dozen or so volcanoes, Lake Atitlan, and even into Mexico. We made a fire, prepared hot chocolate, and waited for the show. It was a fine morning of Channel 1 viewing. We watched Satiaguito erupt repeatedly in the distance over the course of a couple of hours as some local people sang and prayed atop an outcropping of rocks a few hundred yards away. It was magical.
Santiaguito erupting in the distance

We broke camp and made our way down through varied trees of the forest. There was cypress, which I think of as swamp trees found in the Delta of Mississippi, grandly growing out of the mountainsides. We passed through cloud forest full of lichen covered trees and then sections of dense bamboo. Pines surrounded us at times and flowers of bright colors dotted the green. It was impressive and then came the cherry. We spotted a quetzal and were mesmerized by its song.

One of my Guatemala friends on the hike asked me why I like to be outdoors and go hiking. I told him I liked the quiet and simplicity of it and that you never know how things will unfold. You have everything you need on your back and it reminds you how little you need to actually be happy. 




Irene, Carlos, Judy, and Elias in front of 7 crosses (that is the name of the trail)




corn starting

domingo, 1 de mayo de 2011

quite absurd really

PHOTOS FROM OMETEPE ISLAND, NICARAGUA 

There I was briskly walking down the shop lined and traffic filled streets of Xela, Guatemala. It is something I do all the days I am here. All I could do was grin and be so thankful for my wonderful appreciation of the absurd. I was carrying a mini-cup of my own urine and my sidekick, Blanca, had hundreds of dollars in local currency in a plastic bag shoved in the upper area of her crotch. I looked at Blanca, my host-mother, laughed and mentioned that we were quite a pair. She agreed. I dropped my urine off for a $4.00 testing and we continued on to drop her money at its proper place. Her granddaughter had to have her appendix taken out so she borrowed the cash to pay the private hospital and apparently no buses go to the hospital. She’s a good walker, that Blanca, and fast for being a foot shorter than me or maybe we were both a little wary of getting robbed. Letting yourself be absurd or being aware of it, if done mistakenly, and relishing in the moments is quite refreshing.

Some synonyms for “absurd” provided by Miriam-Webster are:
fantastic, bizarre, crazy, foolish, insane, nonsensical, preposterous, unreal, wild 
Life should be all of those things or at least I want my life to be all of those things. Actually, I want to use those words to describe myself as well.

It seems that children have the most developed talent when it comes to being absurd. I envy their ease to slip into a place that maybe does not exist for adults or their certainty that what they are thinking is actually true. I visited family in Memphis this past March and Nina, my niece who is four, invited me to build a fox nest with her. It was a grand moment and we spent the time to make it really nice and comfortable. We even provided food for them. Later that day, I was thinking how easily I believed that what we were doing was real. Real is what you want it to be and pretending is just a word used for those who are scared to let themselves go. We returned the next day to check on the nest and feed them again. Some people might say foxes have dens and not nests but whatever they are called, building a fox nest with Nina was fantastic. It seems such a shame that at some point children lose their ability to be completely bizarre and they start holding their imagination back. They get stifled into being a bit more boring so people might not think them weird. The tolerance for them being unreal decreases quickly.

I hope people find me weird. I find all of the people close to me at least a little weird in a marvelous way. I like make believe (or is it truly believing), talking in funny accents, bringing inanimate objects to life (especially stick ponies), putting on a good costume (pleather with Nate for ocean jump-ins), dancing before breakfast in bathrobes on Catalina, reading children’s story books aloud with friends, becoming characters aboard a vessel (Lady Hornsby, Sharkfoot, Captain Luigi), having nonsensical family conversations with my brother, and doing an assortment of things that might be seen as being foolish, insane or even crazy. Perhaps living life absurdly is the best remedy for being uptight, stressed or bored.

Creating an environment for being preposterous can take time because people are afraid to just join right in. They don’t want to be seen as weird. Maybe you have to find people who never fully lost the ability to be a bit absurd but there is nothing wrong with encouraging those you care about to give it a go.

Having my father always make the “rat face” when we were too far away to speak (he still does this) or creating characters like “Fingers”  (recently reborn for the grandkids) might have helped nurture my absurdity seed. Real friendships seem to blossom when I have someone on board for a wild bit of shenanigans, be it via conversation or event. I guess the bottom line is, I love to laugh and I find that being absurd brings the most plentiful amount of this magical potion. You have to give into it, seek it and encourage it. Making life a little less serious can certainly help you enjoy it a whole lot more. So get a little crazy ya’ll!

Any absurd ideas or suggestions on being more absurd?






PHOTOS FROM GRANADA, NICARAGUA